Chapter Twenty-Nine Let The Games Begin

"Benedetto"

The name I detest comes out. I look up from my desk, agitation clearly on my face. That could only be one person who would dare call me by my given name, and as far as I'm concerned, he is dead to me.

"My name is Axon; speak now and get out!"

"Mio figlio è a posto per parlare con suo padre." His cold grey eyes bore into mine.

(My son is too good to talk to his father)

My voice is as cold as an ice storm; I mask all of my emotions. The worst thing I could do right now is to show my hand."I have no Father; he died the day I left home."

"Benedetto, I see you've come accustomed to Americans way of living. Bravo on your million-dollar company. You've proved your point, now come home. You have a business to run."

A lot can change a person in a few years. His once black hair now a peppered grey; he once was stalky now he's plump. But one thing has not changed his arrogance. He's still the same on the inside. His Appearance