Jordan

DON VITO

My solace. My cigar. Always in my hands.

If I am not smoking then I am obviously not in my right senses.

I sat in my exalted chair puffing smoke in the air repeatedly while I stared at my bastard son who was tied right in front of me.

I had been on a wild search ever since Antonio told me the sort of snitch I was having around.

I didn’t believe him at first but as it stands, Antonio had my best interest at heart.

It wasn’t difficult finding Jordan. Paulo was nowhere to be found.

Even Antonio would be surprised if he knew that I already had him in custody.

But I didn’t let him know.

Antonio was my godson. I knew him better than anyone.

He had been with me right from his teenage years.

Many people thought he was my son. My biological son.

I actually did treat him like one, He grew up to become my second in command.

He was a tough one. Smart and intelligent. A boy with vision and addiction to becoming great.

I saw him climb up to heights before my very eyes and I just knew I was