Father and Son Bonding

Leonardo

“So,” I start, grunting when a particularly painful twinge flares in my back. “Grandfather was never your abuser, was he?” I ask my father.

He titters. “Oh, he was. He just didn’t know what it meant for him every time he laid his hands on me. The idiot never did figure out I was the one pulling all the strings. He was too stupid.” before I was taken by B-20 my father took over the mafia and was in charge after his father, my grandfather.

One day, after an argument with his father. He got drunk and I remember him telling me that one day everything would change. That he had made a lot of plans with his friends and those plans were going to change the world. "We're going to mold the first set of perfect, obedient soldiers, Leonardo." He slurs and laughs. "You'll see."

He circles me, the gun still pointed at my head while his lips pull into a snarl.

“That’s the best thing about your grandfather. He was all so far up his ass, he never thought it could be a weak, quiet, Al