I quirked an eyebrow. “Then where would I be?”
“Anything. You could be a businessman, a painter, or a chef.” She shot me a meaningful look at the last profession she mentioned.
Was there ever a time I thought of not being in the mafia? I shook my head. Even with how stressful it could get with lack of sleep and constant planning left and right, I never thought, ‘What if I could not do this?’. It’s all I’ve ever known. Being a chef did sound nice. I did enjoy cooking and often saw it as a form of art, but it had never crossed my mind. The closest I could say I had come close to thinking about living a different life was when I just imagined living like this with Aryana for a long time, but even then, I didn’t discard my lifestyle. I still pictured myself as head Don someday.
So, no. I co
