016. Pissed

Donald's POV

"Consider it as a vacation, Don," Ezio whispered.

He shoved out a cigarette case from his pocket and hung the cigar in between his index and middle fingers. But before he proceed to light it, he patted my shoulder twice and smiled briefly.

He appeared horrific yet seems contented somehow.

Having drawn in a lungful of the cigar. His hoarse voice was released with the smoke that engulfed the fresh air. "Father won't go back on his words, you know."

I averted an outrageous gaze at him, the same was the tone I reply him with. "It has only been a year! This is your 5th year, Ezio and you will be promoted soon! Besides, just like I, you also have become the Boss of the Russian Wing since your college till you graduated."

"Why should I have to wait till I graduate... huh?!"

He furrowed his face after tracing the smoke till it fade into the air. I was once his disciple. He trained me for 2 years when I was 12 years. During that time, he was 18 years. Therefore, aside fro