" Happy Birthday, my son." Lorenzo smiled at Leo, his beloved son— his successor, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. Leo smiled as well, feeling compelled. He was turning thirteen. His father said it's the age boys take the first step in becoming men. His father also said that someday, he would inherit everything, starting from their big house, down to grandfather's business.
Leo didn't exactly know how his grandfather's business operated, all he knew was it was tough and could only be managed by an even tougher man. His father was tough, so was his uncle but with a more prominent sense of humor. However, his grandfather, Salvador, was different. He was tougher, he was resilient, he was frigid. He was difficult. He had a gaze that could mangle a person to bits.
He had expectations.
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