But then reality hit him like a truck.
This was the dangerous world of the mafia.
Here, power harassment wasn't an exception; it was practically the rule.
His sensibilities as a former office worker were utterly irrelevant.
What a cruel, unforgiving world this is, Rocco thought dejectedly.
All he wanted was to live a simple life.
Having unremarkable childhood, grow up to work at a respectable company, pay his taxes diligently, and retire peacefully in a nice nursing home with the savings he'd worked hard to accumulate.
Was that too much to ask?
Lost in his spiral of self-pity and nostalgic thoughts of his past life, Rocco didn't notice Sylas's patience wearing dangerously thin.
His brother's expression twisted into a scowl, frustration written all over his face.