Marriage

“Are you planning to steal my sister away from us, Sir?” Ron asked while staring coldly at Bryce.

Bryce chuckled as he tapped Ron’s head. “I’m not gonna steal her away from you, kiddo.” He sighed and crouched in front of Ron. I’ve never seen him give such a gentle gaze to anyone. Not even to his father or to his brother and seeing him this way to my son made me doubt that my hunch was wrong back then. Maybe I stereotyped him as an asshole when he’s only half of an asshole unlike his twin. Maybe the man who fucked me could be a great father to our son. “I’m gonna marry her with your consent, though even if you disagree, I would still be marrying your sister. And that’s not stealing, kiddo. That’s marking what is supposed to be yours.”

I almost rolled my eyes in front of everyone. I even heard Sheldon sighed.

I guess it’s a good thing that he doesn’t know that Ron is his son or that I didn’t reveal that I have a son from him.

Of course he’s twisted as fuck! He’s a fucking mafia. It’s