32. Our Legacy

ALEJANDRO.

He stares at me, his piercing blue eyes widening in shock.

Hah, fucker. For once I surprised you.

But I fucking mean it. I believe he is the best for this position.

Dante has enough on his shoulders without having to deal with the council and all the other things that a king must do. Leo is the right one for this position, his intellect, his self-control, his mindset. They are king material.

I know that even after I’m gone, they will continue to keep those bonds. Brothers.

“What? The fuck no. I can’t do that shit. No.” He stands up, shaking his head and I cock a brow.

“I know it’s a lot to take on… Nobody wants to be king, or the ones who are best for the job don’t want to, anyway. But you’re made for this title, Leo. There is no one better suited.” I say, taking a drag on my cigarette. “I truly feel that you will be the best for this position.”

“No, Dante is your son-”

“I fucking know he is, and so are you. I consider you all the same, but I once made it clear that those wh