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“What is it?” I ask.
He eyes me warily for a moment, something about the way he is staring at me and frowning tells me he is debating if he should share this information with me and treat me like a man or continue to keep me at arm’s length and hope like hell I won’t come for what is mine the moment I turn twenty-one.
“The Vargas cartel is in the US.” My eyes widen in surprise, he never shares information like this with me.
“Why are you telling me?” I ask skeptically.
He sighs and rests back in his chair. “Because I’ve been informed they are in Miami.”
“What the fuck?”
“Calm down.”
“How the fuck can you sit there so calmly? They have just shit on us by coming to our turf, we need to clap back!”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Think like a boss, son. You are thinking like a soldier, not a Don, and that mentality is going to get your people killed. We need to be smart. There is an election happening in Miami right now, too many people to have a war.”
“What are you suggesting then?”
“Your uncles and I will travel to Miami–”
“I’m coming.”
“No, you’re not.” My lip pulls back in a snarl as I scowl at my father.
“Miami is rightfully mine and you can’t stop me from going.”
“Maybe not, but I can sure as hell have your ass tossed in the bunker and locked up until I get back.”
“Mom would murder you.”
He smirks cunningly. “What your mother don’t know won’t hurt her.” My jaw locks. “I don’t enjoy being at odds with you, Royal,” he says after a tense minute of silence.
“It’s not like you and I have ever gotten along,” I bite out.
A look of sadness crosses his features. “We did, but then you grew up and wanted to become the boss. I can’t give this mantel to you until you are ready, son.”
I scoff and roll my eyes. “You’ll never give it up, you’d rather die in that seat.”
“No, I would rather die on top of your mother, but hey.” I scrunch my face in disgust and shudder. The asshole throws his head back and laughs at my expense.
“That’s fucking nasty!”
“No, son, that’s love.” I quirk a brow at him, not following where the hell he is going with this. “One day you will sit here as the head of the family. You will think you are untouchable and at the start you might be, but you will never become a true king until you have your queen by your side.”
“I don’t need a woman to lead,” I defend.
“Maybe not, but behind every successful man is a strong as fuck woman who pushes you to be better and want more. I was nothing and fucked up leading for years until your mother came back into my life. She is the reason I was able to make this family what it is today.”
Realization dawns on me. “Are you saying I have to marry in order to take over?”
He pales and shakes his head rapidly. “Your mother would fucking castrate me if I did that.” I smirk knowing he isn’t wrong. “All I am saying is, one day you will lead and think you are king of the world but you will realize soon enough that having this massive kingdom isn’t worth shit if you don’t have anyone to share it with.”
The thought of settling down with a woman doesn’t appeal to me. I enjoy my freedom too much to be tied down to one woman. He may feel this way and shit may have worked out for him after he found my mom, but that doesn’t mean that shit applies to me.
