Ryder and Olexei
They were complete opposites. At a young age they formed a bond that no one was able to understand. It was unusual especially, in the mafia. They weren't supposed to trust anyone but, they did.
Olexei was a survivor. He was ruthless...
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"Has he returned yet?" I asked.
"No sir. Would you like me to send someone to get him?" one of my men said.
"No. I don't think anyone wants to die today. Leave" I hissed. He nodded before exiting my office. When the door closed, I rested against the back of my chair.
There wasn't any reason I should be worried. I mean it had been years. After the events of that night, Olexei never talked about it again. It took him forever to forgive me though. I had never seen him so furious.
I was man enough to admit I was jealous and that it lead me to make some stupid and careless decisions. When it came to him, I sometimes allowed my emotions to get the best of me. It's something that was frowned upon in the mafia. We lead with our heads, not our hearts.
"What the hell is going on?" my mom snapped strutting into my office.
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"What are you doing here mom?" I asked surprised.
"No, why didn't you call and tell us that you were back. I was worried. How did things go over there? We have any problems?" she asked.
"No ma'am" I replied.
"Good. Those alliances are really important if we want to extend the business overseas. Now what are you doing to deal with the issues here?" she hummed crossing her arms.
"Where is dad?" I muttered ignoring her question.
"Watching over the construction for the apartments. Answer the question son" my mom stated staring at me.
"I'm handling it. I've rounded up all the security for questioning and I sent someone to deal with the pigs" I sighed.
"Who?" she hummed raising her perfectly arched brow.
"Someone very capable of handling the situation" I murmured rubbing the back of my neck.
I was annoyed by all the questions she was asking me. Even though my parents had handed over control of the family to me, they still watched over. I understood where they were coming from. They had built this from the ground up but, as a Don, I didn't take be questioned too well.
