"No!" Costello sprang to his feet, eyes fiery, glaring at Milo, who looked so chill one wouldn't know he just destroyed his life, "Zayne is who we want, not you, Don Milo Xavier."
"Didn't you want a Don for Estela?" Milo stretched his arms wide, "You have a Don, Costello; what don't you like about me for your daughter? Why Zayne?"
Zayne's face was still in his palms, motionless, and Derinem looked on at his younger son, wondering what all of this was about; for with Milo's stance, a lot was festering, as expected because the two stayed in the same region.
"Milo, I can't let this happen," Derinem clenched his fist on the table, "you will not marry Estela."
Brian jumped at it: "Your father says no."
"Stay out of this, Don," Milo breathed, not even staring at his father but staring into space, his face blank and unreadable. "I already signed the papers, so I'll have Estela."
Derinem looked at the Costellos, "Please leave. I need to get my son in order."
Costello jumped at the opportuni
