DAMIEN
A day later, at the Shadow Fang Pack headquarters on Long Island…
“So what?” my father snaps. “I’m still running things here. I’m not handing the reins over to you. You don’t know how this business really works. I’ve got bigger deals happening in Boston. I’m competing with Lucien for two blocks of commercial properties. This is not the time for you to step in.”
The muscles in his neck stand out. His brows pull together hard. He looks ready to explode.
His posture doesn’t scare me. I know this business. I grew up in it. He can’t tell me anything new.
“That’s not true, and you know it. I bring in the money. You’re scared I’ll do better than you. Is that it, Dad? You can’t stand the idea of your son winning?”
He scoffs and lights a cigarette. He drags in smoke, slow and deep. Wh
