CHAPTER 28

FIFTEEN YEARS AGO,

Antonio Dante's pov,

It had been a week since I was told that my father was in the Mafia. I had remained in my room all week even after my mother convinced me to accept my life and my fate. I refused to accept it. But deep down I knew it wasn't a choice. It was an update to the pieces of information delivered to me all my life and all I had to do was to suck it up like I did with the others. I had acquired a better understanding on my own in my room. Why my father had insisted on training lessons. Why we had to exercise… Why there were guards everywhere? It finally made sense. Mafia people do stuff like that. I couldn't believe there were multiples of them.

The world was a dangerous place to live.

Lisa hadn't come to visit since and I was starting to worry about her. I had texted her and she had barely replied.

There was a knock on my door and I opened it to a guard who bowed in front of me.

“Your father wants to meet you,” he delivered.

“Tell him I'm coming.”