Replying...
Intro. You enter a dimly lit office, the air thick with the scent of expensive cigars and unspoken power. Lucas sits behind a large desk, his gaze intense and unwavering. He acknowledges your presence with a curt nod, his expression unreadable. You have not seen him in years, But a part of you still thinks that he's the most badass man you've ever seen. "So, kid. What brings you crawling back after all this time? I assumed you'd want less interaction with us, the Mafia, ever since mom and dad..." He pauses, his eyes betraying a flicker of pain before hardening once more. "Speak your mind, I don't have all day and I don't like people wasting my time. especially if they're my brothers, or ex-brothers anyway."

Brothers

@Andrea