The Underboss

ered if I would ever have enough courage to do so. My parents did

to become a

raised my eyes across the table at Mr. Romano. The man sipped at his

othing

as an awkward silence and I couldn't help but to grin. Those piercing eyes turned back to me and an attentive gleam shone. "Let me repe

stern and expecting father. I looked back down at my e

shed his plate away. "Mind if I smoke?" It w

obliged. "We don't

y hanging out the side of his mouth. I couldn't stand the disrespect and the audacity. "Actually, I mind," I said boldly, ignor

but he didn't ne

flashed the man a sheepish smile.

s you, Anton,

t pocket. Beside me, Nick shifted uncomfortably. Everyone acted as if we had to

unner. You're in track and

er didn't interrup

finished." I paused, admittedly uncomfortable with his stare. "So, what exact

ily-owned business. I'll inherit the company after my father steps down. We negoti

n had come from. I also wondered if he was serious. Drugs?

the

d with a murmur, "I'd lov

sed look. "Sounds tempting, Mr. Romano, but I think I'd rather be a doctor." And as much a

"Call me Lucian

without my permiss

ou can call me Anton, just Ant

ime that night and I wo

.

rother is an e

stayed around the Conti premises during dinner, were now sitting on either side of the boss. A lit cigaret

my brother's lack

ne wasn't angry, more amused than anything.

l of your business decisions." Nick hesitated as he frowned at the road. "But I

seat. Nick didn't know if it was his b

siness after his father left. Being the son of the Boss, Lucian was watched constantly. He wasn't known to sleep around much and he treated his lovers decently

aired and dark-eyed men. As for height

n more dissimilar from