The Boy Who Became Don

Connell. I am fo

e family. He is old, in his late seventies,

ly married to him, but in our world, that doesn' t matter. She came from a Sicilian famil

ish, she is an outsider. She has a lower status. Her o

ot in the business. My brother Brendan is sickly. M

ere is

Fifteen years ago, my father sent him to the Rust Belt to run our o

disgrace. That' s why he was exiled. My father disdai

nnor is c

ke a wildfire. The staff whispered. The soldiers stood straight

r was di

ul statue in a house of stone. But today, she moved with a forgotten energ

party. A massive welcome party

l, separate house on the estate grounds. S

that?"

way. "Just old frien

in it. She looked at me, her expression cha

happy to

A brother you've never met is

a family day. It felt li

, one after another, filling the long driveway. The c

s always watching. It was my place

pulled up. A simple, dark muscle car

stepp

ith dark hair and my father' s sharp blue eyes. He wore simple clothes, a leathe

he main house, hi

king on his throne. He didn't stand. H

rose bushes, partly hidden in the shadows. She w

ly looking

glow I had only seen when she told me stories about her life

not understand, and