(SERGIO)
A full glass of whiskey in hand, I stand in the dark at my office window and stare off into the night. With the lights out, the stars over the vineyard would be radiant, but I don't even notice. Fury still burns bright in my chest, a ball of frustration that tightens with every breath I take.
Karlen is supposed to be my heir, the future of my empire. The men look to him for leadership, an example of our strength and tradition. He needs to instill fear and respect. Instead, he is getting high and stalking his ex-boyfriend. Good Lord, if anyone should find out . . .
I rub my eyes. What does he want, to be the first openly gay leader of the Dvina? This is a death sentence. He'll never make it to capo and everything I have sacrificed, everything I have done will be for naught. Does he care nothing for this family or his own life? For what I'd built?
There is only one solution to this problem, but my son would hate me forever. There is no turning back after I order it.
