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ALEXEI

I sat opposite my grandfather as I took a sip of the coffee given to me. I would have preferred vodka but I'm sure he would have slammed the bottle on my head thinking I was being disrespectful. This man was more than a hundred years old and yet he had more control over my life than my father.

We've been sitting here in silence for two minutes and I could see my father getting impatient at the lack of the old man's response.

Then, gramps cleared his throat catching our attentions.

"Alexei," he said. "Grandfather," I responded. He gave me a smile that he only started to wear when he retired from this mafia life. Lucky man.

"Any luck yet?" he asked and I frowned. "I'm confused," I frowned. "He meant if your wife is pregnant," my father said to me. This made me roll my eyes.

I wasn't surprised.

"Isn't it too early for her to get pregnant? I haven't fixed the damaged that Sahin caused," I said to him. Their jaws hardened; they knew how dangerous everything was. I wasn't ready to