Sold to the Mafia king
“You mean that piece of paper our fathers signed before your old man put a bullet in mine and stole the empire?”
His gaze flicked to the Old King in the corner.
“You built this throne on my father’s grave, Carlino. Don’t talk to me about rules when you don't follow them.”
“Your father was weak, he was a traitor,” the Old King croaked. “I did what was necessary.”
“And now,” Kailen snapped, turning back to Carlino, “so am I.”
Then he said it.
“Give me the girl. Renounce the empire and maybe I won’t burn this bungalow down with all of you inside.”