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Chapter 49
His lips pressed into a thin line. “And when the time comes, when you need an heir and the world turns its back on your don’t come maning to be r
I smirked, tossing back the rest of my whiskey. “I never have.”
He pointed at my face. “Thất… This is the attitude that got your grandfather fucking murdered before his time. Disespect
1 tilted my head, my smirk widening. “And yet, here I am alive, in control, and still not bowing to you.”
His eyes flashed with something dangerms. “You think you’re untouchable?” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a growl. “You’re only standing where pris are because of the foundation I built. The connections I forged. The blood † spilled.“.
I let out a slow, macking exhale. “And now, you’re afraid all of that will crumble because of who I love?*
His nostrils flared. “Because you’re weak“
A muscle ticked in my law. “Weak?” Lechoed, amusement laced with lice, “Would a weak man run this empire without your help? Would a weak mak survive the wars I’ve fought?”
“You’ve survived because I taught you how,” he snapped. “But you’re making enemies, Alessandro. Dangerous ones. And when they see a crack in your armor when they see the leader of the most feared mafia family parading around with another man instead of securing a future-
I slammed my glass onto the desk, the sound shattering the thick air between us. “Then let them come.”
His gaze didn’t waver, but something flickered behind his eyes, doubt, perhaps. Fear.
I leaned closer, voice deadly calm. “1 am Alessandro fucking Alessandro…. I don’t need your approval. I don’t need your rules. And I sore as hell don’t need an heir to prove my power”
“You think just because you are the head of the family, you are fucking invincible! A bullet! All it takes is a single fucking bullet to your head to fucking end your life, Alessandro! Don’t be a fucking fool…..
He started to speak but violent coughing racked his chest. He grabbed a white, custom–made handkerchief and coughed into it, his eyes still burning with anger as he looked at me. When the fit subsided, he pulled the blood–stained cloth away from his mouth
My chest tightened with dread, I glanced toward the massive window, forcing myself to swallow the unease creeping up my throat, I loved my father. The thought of losing him, ling both him and my mother, gnawed at me, relentless and unforgiving
Upstairs, my mother lay asleep, her health fragile, And here, my father sat before me, spewing blood with every cough.
He sighed, the weight of it settling in the room like a death sentence. “I’m not getting any better, and your mother’s health is failing, Alessandro.” His voice, though hoarse, carried authority. “Get married to a woman Father a son. Secure our legacy before it’s too late.”
1 exhaled sharply. “Eather, I have no intention of breaching the fucking contract with Nikolai.” I rose to my feet, buttoning my jacket with a practiced lack of my fingers. “I just need time.”
“You don’t have time, Alessandro, His voice hardened. “Get rid of him. Stop thinking with your cock and do what’s right for this family.”
My fingers tightened around the doorknob. I hesitated, glancing back at him. His face was paler than I’d ever seen, his body frail beneath the weight of his
power.
But even then, even standing at death’s door, he was still trying to control me.
Without another word, I stepped out and
he door behind. I had more business to deal with
