Chapter 31 - Marco Alphonzo

Romano's POV

"Heard you've been a little too protective of that girl" My father asked, picking up a picture frame from my shelf.

"She's under me so it's expected" I casually said, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly.

"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into" His scoffed, dropping the picture in its position. "How about I tell you a story" He said, turning to face me.

As usual, he gave me an icy cold glare. If I wasn't so used to it, I would've cowered, just the way any other fucking human being does when he sets his eyes on them.

"I have so much on my table right now. I thought you were here for something far more important than storytelling." My father and I weren't that close. The only reason I even put up with him is because of the loyalty code that has been tattooed in our heart and minds.