None of us spoke after Don Cardo Dela Mayor spoke to me. I have always seen him as either my padre or papa, or my boss. However, the look he was giving me reminded me that he is, and will always be, a Don in the mafia world.
"What do you mean heir? My brother Gabriel told me that our parents were normal people who worked hard, but our mother died with a complicated illness hours after I was born. My father worked himself to death and left my brother and me to take care of each other when I was just a few months old.”
I turned pale when I looked directly at Uriel’s eyes, and I remembered the conversation that Morozova and her husband Baranov had yesterday. I stood up abruptly and walked towards one of the hidden doors inside of my office. Papa Cardo and Fernando were my family, and Uriel
