Entangled with the Mafia Don

ZO'S

maining in my office. My day had taken such an abrupt turn that I didn't know

. He walked in looking calm and collected but I had known the man long enough to kn

the seat opposite me. He stared at me waiting for me to break the silence but I had

m child into the house? Do you not realize what kind of situation we are

you think it can be overthrown by a child who isn't even nin

ing to look out for you. This nonsense ab

the heir to all of this," I

child before we discuss the mec

roof from

or the fact that he had wanted me to marry the daughter of his friend, I never cared enough to find out. He was always rude to he

oes not mean that you should keep him. She left

or not, father, Isabella is still my wife and I have a duty to my child. If y

n sure that the

smissal. It wasn't something I did with my father often and I could tel

all of this blows up, don't

g up my life in more ways than one. Why couldn't she have just dropped him off herself? What did I do to her that was so heinous that she ran away in the middle of th

plate of food next to him and I mentally applauded whoever thought to giv

e. I slowly made my way over to him and sat at the edge of the bed. He was either oblivious to my need for space or he didn't care because he closed th

ow a few thin

e off. "Mum calls me Leo, she s

to know why your mother sent you now. Do you kn

the house until the day I left. Mu

ght. How was it possible that he never lef

ev

didn't want to remember the day. If I was a better person, I would h

me into the car and the next thing I knew, we were here. The dri

me. The last thing I wanted was father-son bonding time but I turned to him. He held out a hand to signify that I should wait and he rushed over to his bag.

e stretched it out to me and I gingerly took it. I realized

his?" I as

he told me. "She said that if you h