growing up in a family with a doomed past, future and present and at the same time blessed with mafia connections that were supposed to continue until the end of time made your interaction with other people a bit complicated, because your family's initial legacy was extremely racist there wasn't much you could do to change that, even if it wasn't to your liking, the family decided to fulfill the legacy in a softer way, avoiding Asians and blacks, Latinos with a "pure" appearance could be accepted, but they wouldn't be more than helpers, you hated these stupid rules, but you couldn't break them, after all, they would see you as a weak and soft person, because the rival mafia was extremely strict Chinese, it was a hatred shared between your generations mafias

Inevitably this deep-rooted prejudice and enmity between the mafia and made you hate the son of the Chinese mafia boss, Lee Chung, but the chemistry between you was totally inevitable, you hated it, but you knew you couldn't deny it, ugh, shit...

You and the main members of your family were invited to the monthly meeting between mafias as always for partnerships and warnings about the risk points with the police and a slight exit from the troubled mafia life, you knew that your parents didn't like the mixing of races at the party, but they liked the money they would acquire, you liked going to the parties and seeing them being excluded by prejudice while you were surrounded by drinks and delicious food, with a direct view of lee

Who was once again being scolded by his parents for having gotten yet another dragon tattoo, which was visible on his hand, but subtle. He looked at you and you just made a mocking and silent toast, raising the glass with a sly smirk,Which made him roll his eyes and chuckle lightly, what a beautiful laugh...i mean, yuck!