I’ll do what I have to in order to ensure my own survival. Hell, I’ve done it my entire life, though I don’t know if it’s something I can continue doing. My father’s aspirations are getting crazier with each passing day, and all he cares about is taking what his father once had. He only cares about the power in his grasp, and all I care about is keeping my head attached to my body.
One of these days, he’s going to turn on me. It won’t matter that I’m his son. He’s had men who worked for him for years who he called second sons, yet he killed them right in front of me. I think the only reason I’m still alive is that I’m the only confirmed child he has. I’m his legacy, and until he creates a new one, he has to deal with me.
I’m not an idiot. My expiration date is coming up soon, and the deeper we get into this alliance with the Umarova family, the more I’m going to see it.
