Chapter 9

• Dominic Castellano
• The path to my father’s office was a walk through his arrogance. The polished marble gleamed under my shoes, expensive paintings adorned the walls, and the staff hurried by, lowering their heads as I passed. Three years ago, I was the prince of this empire. Now, I was nothing more than a piece off the board, someone they preferred not to have around.
• I took a deep breath as one of the guards opened the office door. The old man was there, sitting like a king on his throne, his severe eyes analyzing me as if trying to measure how much prison had changed me.