Knock, knock!!Elias knocked at the stable door of his grandfather’s study. He didn’t wait for them to answer him before turning the doorknob and walking into the study room. “Good afternoon grandfather, father,” he greeted, bowing his head a little as a sign of respect to the old men. “Don Elias, come sit here,” Grandfather Johan offered, pointing at the other couch astride him and his son. Elias nodded and walked to the couch which the grandfather offered him and sat on it like the don that he was, his hands spreading on the armrest. He turned to stare at his father and grandfather who equally sat like him. Well, it seems like he took that pattern from them, the previous dons of the ‘Black Chicago.’“Now that I'm here, you can state the reason for this call, grandfather, father,” he demanded. “Elias my boy. You're big now and now a strong man. I still remember the first time you were born and when I carried you in my arm.
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