Jericho’s pov, Bullet beads of sweat dotted every part of my body as I raced on the track. My mind was preoccupied.I had sent down my men to find the woman I met in America, the one who crushed my impotence but the report was negative.My whole fantasy came to an end when my father brought up his alliance with Vatos Locos…he wanted me to get married and he's damn serious!I grunted and sped up as my thoughts became jumbled.My ears picked the sound of footsteps approaching and I turned in a sharp pivot. It was Alex, he was walking into the gym. "Your father asked for you," he said.“If it’s about getting dressed corporately to meet the Vatos Locos, tell him he should go fuck himself.” I jabbed, and focused on the track. I would have evaded this shit but my father held me bound. He threatened that he would give the mafia to another one of his countless children. I'd sacrificed so much for the organization and I can’t just hand it over to anyone. Perharps, I still have some fucker
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