After 13 years and now on her teenage life, Antonia tried her best to be a normal teenager before taking the big responsibility of her life, to be the leader of Moretti Mafia.
Since she reached the age of 13, everything changed, never she imagined...
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Later that night, after Alejandro, Ace and Alessandra done with their dinner, Alejandro asks his son to meet him on his office.
"Please have a seat." Ace took his seat in front of his elegant mahogany desk that has picture frame of him, Alessandra and family photo together with his mother. Their smile on that picture were so beautiful and alive, picture perfect as they say and if only his mother is still alive, Ace thought and when Alejandro noticed his gaze on the pictures, he immediately cleared his throat to snap him out from his trance.
"Son, I called you to come here to talk to you about our family matters." Ace looked at him and nods his head to let him continue.
"See son, I don't know if this is the right time but, I'm not getting any younger, you're my first born and my only son and it's your right to take it." Ace frowned, can't comprehend what he's trying to imply.
"Papa quit beating around the bush and tell me whatever it is." Ace said while staring at him.
"Alright. I'm currently the Leader of the Spanish Mafia, and you as my son will inherited that responsibility once you're ready." He said casually, Ace on the other hand left stunned for few seconds before his mind realized what his father had been told.
"M-Mafia? You mean you killed people? Sell women and drugs?" Ace accused but Alejandro just look at him for few seconds before cracking up as if what Ace said was the best joke of the year. Alejandro then stop and shook his head.
"No son, I do order to kill but not innocent people, only those who betrayed me and truly deserved to die. Second I never sell women and drugs, it's not my line."
"So what is it then?" Ace asks
"I sold guns, weapons and explosives, in Spain and it has been like that since our forefathers, and if you had not gone for long, you should know that you could be handling it right now." He explained
"When the heir reached the age of 11, he will go extensive training." Alejandro added.
"What kind of training?" Ace raised his brow, curiosity runs to his brain. Suddenly Alejandro stood up from his expensive chair and walk to the glass window like something was stopping him to say it, but Ace was drowned already to get to know deeply everything about it.
"Papa?"
"Y-You have to kill." He said in deep tone while staring at his eyes. There's no emotion on Alejandro's face but icy cold stare.
"THAT'S PREPOSTEROUS WAY KIND OF TRAINING! How come the heir needs to kill just to take his birthright, huh?" Ace snaps, rage started to come out as his knuckles turned white.
"But it is! It's the way it is my son." Alejandro retorted.
"So if I didn't come back to your life, does it mean my sister will kill someone to take my place?" He scoffs while shaking his head, can't believe about what he just heard.
