DOMINIC
“Dad?”
Donned in a rich, black Armani suit there stood the man I have both feared and respected all my life. And so did Viktor. Alessandro Romano wasn’t exactly a ‘loving’ father but he definitely knew how to raise his sons. And he raised us as his successors—two brutal, unhinged monsters to take over his empire as he stepped down with utmost grace.
His mere presence exuded an aura of dominance even my brother couldn’t match. Hell, no one could have matched. As he walked, the men around the corridor instantly straightened their backs, heads bowed in greeting. His face was masked in usual impassiveness—almost stoic but deadly nonetheless. My father was the calmest yet ruthless man I had seen.
Years ago when Alessandro Romano stepped down and handed the reign of his empire me and
