Dimitri

I stood there frozen, staring at all the guards bowing before me, their voices was still echoing in the grand hall.

"Welcome back, boss." I whispered.

Boss? I was their boss? I was a mafia don?

My mind was spinning, trying to process everything, trying to understand what this meant.

A criminal, I was a criminal. A leader of criminals, someone who probably hurt people, and killed people.

My hands started shaking. I looked down at them, these hands that knew how to fight, how to hurt, how to kill.

What had I done with these hands? How many people had I hurt?

"One step at a time," My...