“The rules are still the same, Liam. If you want my throne then find a girl.
Say I do in front of a priest. f**k her and then the throne is yours.”
Liam clenched and unclenched his hand on the paperweight trying to control the rage busting inside him while listening to his father, the current Don of Montreal crime family.
His hands itched, to kill someone, anyone, him! But again,
He reminded himself that the man was his boss and his father.
Liam knight might be a twisted man but even he had certain limits. He respected the man, it’s just that he didn’t like what his father was suggesting.
“You will turn thirty this year. Time is slipping Liam. Find the girl or let me find one for you?”