19: A Weakness

Later in life, I discovered that he possessed the same brutal and violent nature as my father, effortlessly eliminating his adversaries.

Although it was a bit early to indulge in a drink, my intention was not to provoke him. I chuckled as a flood of memories filled my mind. He had been married four times, but never had a child. I had been like the son he never had. Pouring a small amount of bourbon, I stood by the open doorway for a few moments before making my way towards the covered cabana.

John Paul sat silently, gazing out at his magnificent pool. I couldn't help but notice that everything, from the furniture to the pool surface, had seen better days. He was losing his touch.

"Your father is an incredibly important man. I hope you understand that. Despite the hardship Ricardo has put you through, he is very proud of you."

"This is the second time I've heard that today. It's a shame he never had the courage to tell me himself."

He tilted his head, giving me a subtle yet powerfu