Third person POV

Sam stood in his room, gazing into the mirror with a frown on his face, just as the door swung open. He didn’t need to turn around to know it was his sister.

“When are you going to do it?” she snapped at him, and he grunted in response, not wanting to engage in a conversation with her. He felt irritated about everything that had transpired up to that point.

He despised the situation he was in; all he wanted was power—the kind of power the mafia could place at his fingertips.

“The child, is it Silvio’s?” he asked his sister, who stomped closer to him, her...