I was staring at the kid that was now in my office. I stared at him for a moment, analyzing the boy's.. surprisingly cute features. What happened was, he assaulted me a month before, in a bar. My men were standing on guard by the door and the boy was on the ground, somewhat kneeling. Does this kid even know who I am..? The famous son of Mr. Saldavar, taking over his mafia group?

"..kid." I said in a cold, deep voice. "You're in trouble." I glared.