The Underboss

on his pinkie. It had a sort of crest engraved on it, but I couldn't exactly catch what it was from this di

nd down and I shi

shoulder. "This is my son, Ant

rrect my mother and tell h

tuck-up

d dark hair, but that was unsurprising. The black locks were cut short and parted neatly as if he had never experienced a bad hair

s face made it clear he was an arrogant bastard. As

e Conti. I heard so much

cc

self that was my b

rich and clear as he held

if it hadn't seen a d

the offered hand. His hand was cold to my warm. I slowly looked up

let go. Fucking hell. I hadn't thought there was anyone more arrogant than my f

free, I brushed it no

ass of wine before dinner." My mother bustled out of the room, her dark eyes glancing once at me. It was all in

. His shoulders seemed impossibly broad in his dinner

e chuckled. I jerked slightly from the forceful hit and glared at my feet. "

I replied bitterly,

is hands in his pockets, seeming

d been years ago, but rather serious and grim. When he tried to be 'carefree',

e study. I dimly noticed how his body angled protectively in front of his boss, as if

turned, I could fe

.

ner time..

up to my room and draw. My solitude hadn't lasted too long, as my mother called me for dinner not even a

ause from the earlier conversation, "how i

oing fantastic, aren't you,

fork, I played with a stray noodle, watching as it sp

ted to do was go up into my r

ead of his first name. But then again, it wasn't as if the man were giving them any indication to call him by his firs

coming a doctor?" Nic

urse h

laining myself. They didn't know I would rather run far away than sit here. They didn't realize I would rather be