The Godfather

Zane:

Those words sound like a dream, but I know my foster father better than anyone. He is ready to tear down my house for one night, and rebuild it the next day as long as he gets what he wants. I make a phone call for the gates to be opened and then I rush out of my room.

When I get to the stairs, I see Rufus at the foot of the stairs.

“Do you know the Godfather is here?” I ask, and he nods.

I stare at him with my hands on my waist, and my brows arched. Then I go in for a punch, but he ducks.

“I tried to tell you, sir, but you didn’t listen. I… I… am sorry,” he says, and I scoff, walking away.

Lately, I find myself angrier, and I can’t tell if my workers are getting on my nerves or if it’s Kiara.

As I reach the front door, the man who has shaped me into the person I am opens it, and we come face to face. He stands tall like he always does, and his feet look really strong. Wrinkles appear on his grey brows and his usual smile, which used to hang on his face, is absent, making way fo