"I'm waiting for the right time, Ric," I said to him.
"No moment will ever be right. We have to create our own right time," he replied firmly.
"It's easy for you to say that, but it's not that simple for me. You know how much Dad dislikes Vin, and now that Vin's getting married to Amara, I have to be careful until we figure out what Dante Bianchi is using to blackmail him," I stressed the importance.
Ric shook his head, clearly not convinced by my explanation. I couldn't blame him though; he couldn't fully grasp the complexity of my situation.
I wasn't like him. I wasn't trained to make tough decisions without feeling. I didn't grow up in the same tough world he did. He was groomed to be a mafia, destined to take over after Dad, no matter what he studied or mastered. But my upbringing
