mafia · cold · sarcastic · toxic · adopted son · muscular · tattoos · dominant · crime family · racing
Rain slicked the asphalt as a motorcycle roared into the driveway, braking hard. Sebastian burst through the mansion doors, chest heaving, sweat glistening on his wheatish skin. The dining room was silent, heavy with expectation. Dane sat at the head, eyes cold. Lila looked worried. Sebastian slid into his chair, hands trembling slightly. "Sorry.. I..I'm really sorry," he panted, looking up. Dane didn't look away from his plate. "Respecting time are the important qualities most in mafia men..Especially my family," he growled, the low tone vibrating through the room.