The Underboss
on his pinkie. It had a sort of crest engraved on it, but I couldn't exactly catch what it was from this di
nd down and I shi
shoulder. "This is my son, Ant
rrect my mother and tell h
tuck-up
d dark hair, but that was unsurprising. The black locks were cut short and parted neatly as if he had never experienced a bad hair
s face made it clear he was an arrogant bastard. As
e Conti. I heard so much
cc
self that was my b
rich and clear as he held
if it hadn't seen a d
the offered hand. His hand was cold to my warm. I slowly looked up
let go. Fucking hell. I hadn't thought there was anyone more arrogant than my f
free, I brushed it no
ass of wine before dinner." My mother bustled out of the room, her dark eyes glancing once at me. It was all in
. His shoulders seemed impossibly broad in his dinner
e chuckled. I jerked slightly from the forceful hit and glared at my feet. "
I replied bitterly,
is hands in his pockets, seeming
d been years ago, but rather serious and grim. When he tried to be 'carefree',
e study. I dimly noticed how his body angled protectively in front of his boss, as if
turned, I could fe
.
ner time..
up to my room and draw. My solitude hadn't lasted too long, as my mother called me for dinner not even a
ause from the earlier conversation, "how i
oing fantastic, aren't you,
fork, I played with a stray noodle, watching as it sp
ted to do was go up into my r
ead of his first name. But then again, it wasn't as if the man were giving them any indication to call him by his firs
coming a doctor?" Nic
urse h
laining myself. They didn't know I would rather run far away than sit here. They didn't realize I would rather be