My Mafia King (mxm)

The dimly lit room hung heavy with the scent of expensive cigars and the metallic tang of fear. Anton's father, a man usually composed, paced like a caged beast, his eyes darting wildly. Anton, sprawled on a plush couch, watched with an air of mild irritation, oblivious to the storm brewing.

"What do you mean, you bullied him because you were FRUSTRATED?" his father bellowed, the words echoing off the ornate walls. Anton merely stretched, a casual, almost dismissive tone in his voice.

"Dad, why are you being so worked up? It was just for fun."

His father froze, a ragged breath escaping him. "Oh dear Lord, it is my mistake. I haven’t told you anything before coming here... This is all my fault. FUCK!" He clutched his hair, a picture of raw desperation.

Anton finally sat up, a flicker of genuine concern replacing his nonchalance. "What didn’t you tell me?" His father turned, face ashen, sweat beading on his temples. "Anton, you shouldn’t have done that." His voice trembled, a sound Anton had never heard from his formidable father.

"Dad, can you please tell me what’s going on?" The older man took a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes wide with dread. "My son… you don’t know who you bullied. He will kill not only you but all our lineage."

Anton blinked, confused. "Huh? Dad," he rose, approaching his father, a knot of unease tightening in his gut. "W-Who was h-he?" His father stopped pacing, his lips trembling as he finally uttered the name that would shatter Anton's world.

"Alexei Mikhailov... CAESAR MIKHAILOV’s brother!"

The name struck Anton like a physical blow, leaving him gasping for air as his legs gave way, collapsing him onto the floor. Memories of Alexei’s pleas, his tears, flashed through Anton's mind. The boy he had humiliated, tormented, now bore a name that struck terror into the hearts of even the most hardened criminals. He had sealed his own fate, and his family's.