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I asked, though part of me already knew the answer. "Nathan," he said, confirming my fear. "Son of Malachar, the one who killed Thorne's father. The one who's going to finish what my father started." He crouched down in front of me and I tried to lean away but there was nowhere to go. The silver burned worse when I moved and I gasped, hating that he could see how much pain I was in.

Maria asked. "He's Puth's Son.." Seth answers as we all looked at him, Darren and Erwin seemed to understand except me, Maria and Haven were lost. "Puth ?" i mummered "Your uncle and Nolan's father, he was killed during a bloody mafia war.. " Seth said as i recalled what Manfred told me about my uncle getting killed and my mom killing the heir of the Prestons that time. "He went missing a months ago? " Darren arched a brow. "Yeah? " i said.

“You mean other business or unfinished obsession?” I let go and sighed. “You know the Roosevelt Group, the Italian mafia syndicate?” Alex frowned. “Yeah. What about them?” “Their Godfather died last night,” I said flatly. “His son, Theodore Roosevelt, has inherited the title.” Alex typed something quickly on his tablet. “Right… and rumor has it, he’s the ex-boyfriend of Chairman Mark Chris’s daughter.” My hand froze. “Ex-boyfriend?” I repeated, almost laughing. “So my so-called wife had a past relationship with a mafia heir. No wonder her father wanted her married off fast.”

I looked up at Scott. "The Jamesons' foundation is now tied to my son. Either you sign the papers and guarantee Connor's right to his inheritance in the future by making me a shareholder, or you reject my request and watch your relatives eat your family alive." Scott's fingers trembled.

“Who is this?” “It is Jackson, the son of Eduardo.” “Oh, Jacky, the prince of the mafia family now, or should I say king? Sorry about your father; he was a good man.” He said, his voice was laced with sarcasm. He was much more annoying than I expected, but I still managed to keep calm. “I'm sure you know why I'm calling.” “No, I don't,” he said, and suddenly he wailed as though a dog had bitten his bum.” Wait, you want me to attend his funeral? I'm a bit busy with work.”

"Wait... Wait!" the he shrieked, still wheezing. "It was Damon! Ryker Damon!" Beside me, Caden shifted his weight at the mention of the name. I stood there, staring down at the pathetic man in the chair as it took a little while before the pieces of the puzzle slowly came together in my mind. Ryker Damon... That is the son of my father’s former COO. The son of the man who attempted the coup against my father years ago.

The pain was overwhelming, but I knew we had to be strong – not just for ourselves, but for Uncle Xavier. *** “Today we are gathered here to honor those who lost their lives,” Uncle Tony intoned. My eyes went to Elena where Amaya had her arms around her. Then to Xander, Uncle Xavier’s son, who was meant to take over when Uncle Xavier retired. Then my eyes went to Thomas and Edmund, Uncle Xavier’s twin sons. They had only recently graduated high school. Then finally, my eyes went to Aunt Rose standing next to grandma Josie. Aunt Rose had to bury her mate. Her other half. Aunt Josie had to bury her son. And yet the elderly Luna stood tall and proud. Because she knew her son had died fighting f

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “I have associates here in the hospital who owe me huge favors. I have called in all those favors so that you and I might be sheltered here. Here in the hospital, some, like your personal doctor and personal nurse, know that you are Dr. Carl Leighton and I am Mr. X and that J is my son. Once you accompany me outside these walls and begin hunting vampires with me here in Underdenver, you must be my assistant Carl Jones, and you will call me Mr. M, J’s uncle rather than J’s father. Do you understand?”

The other Blood Reapers were naturally wary of the threat, while the leader asked calmly, "Sir, were you the one who decimated hundreds of us, even taking away their bodies?" "Yes," Caleb replied calmly. The leader bowed his head in acknowledgment and asked, "Allow me to apologize for whatever offense my comrades have caused you. May I have the pleasure of your name?" "Death, of the Undertakers." Caleb replied quietly. Confused, the Blood Reapers' leader turned toward his crew, but they all shook their heads too. Still, he bowed his head again. "Well, it's unsurprising that you gathered the bodies as an Undertaker! It will be their honor to have died by your hand!"

"Ah, you were here? Now that we've met, let me introduce you. This is Don Belmonte's son, Eugene. And this is Andy Lee, the owner of this place." "...Andy Lee?" Eugene unconsciously murmured the other person's name. The name was not unfamiliar. He could quickly recall where he had heard it. Andy Lee was the name imprinted on the undertaker's business card that Mateo had handed him on the day he signed the contract. The undertaker who had practically handled all the New York family funerals for decades was not Italian but Asian?