Mikael sat in the comfort of his luxurious six figures' outdoor property as he dipped one of the most expensive wines in the country. He had been born into wealth, and he had continued on that path, although most of the money he spent wasn't earned by him.His father had died a few days ago, and here he sat, in the cool breeze of the evening, trying to push away the memories. He didn't really have that much love for his father, but he couldn't deny, the old man had done a lot for him, and for that, he owed him his gratitude.He lit his third stick of cigarette and put it into his mouth, taking a big drag before releasing the smoke into the air, tainting the cool evening air. The family council had informed him of the rites he needed to carry out if he was interested in becoming the next family don, and so far, he hadn't made his decision yet. He wanted to live a soft life. Go on vacation to Paris, Madrid, the Bahamas, and every big city in the world. He wanted to own those fucking expe
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