Episode 4

My name is Alexander Silver. I’m 30 years old and the most feared mobster in Ireland. I took my position at a young age of 16, as my father suddenly fell ill after a trip he made to Russia to seek alliances that would strengthen our empire. My mother is the most patient and sweet woman in my life; she has taken care of my father, searching for the best treatments for him.

As for me, I’m not interested in relationships. I fell in love once—I was about to marry a woman named Lorel—but the unhappy wretch was deceiving me the entire time. She slept with me and with my enemy, Santino Pars, a mediocre man who founded his mafia by stealing goods from the Italians. Not only did she sleep with him, but she also passed information about my organization to him. When I discovered it, I wanted to kill her, but I loved her too much to do it. So, I asked my head of security to teach her a lesson and send her back to her scoundrel lover. From that day on, I closed my heart to love. The only love I feel is for my parents and my grandfather, Demian. After what happened to my father, he moved in with us to teach me what I need to know about weapons, routes, and alliances. I only trust my family, Saul, my head of security, and Dante, my right-hand man, who is more like a brother to me.

I’m standing at the shooting range practicing; I enjoy it, it relaxes me when my grandfather arrives.

Demian (grandfather) - My boy, good morning! What are you doing out here so early?

Alexander - You know that being here relaxes me, Grandpa.

Demian (grandfather) - I know, my son, but not everything in life is bullets. When will you open your heart to love a woman?

Alexander - Please, Grandpa, you know what I think about love and women.

Demian (grandfather) - I know, but you have to settle down, get married. You must continue the legacy we've followed for years, so start looking for a candidate, or I will do it for you, my son, even if you resent me for it your whole life.

I don't respond. I take my weapon and unload it into the target in front of me. I know my grandfather is right; the legacy must continue. But I don't want complicated relationships, and I don’t know if I will find the right one to become my wife. I’m not a monk; I have needs that I satisfy with guidelines, but I never repeat the same one to avoid giving anyone the wrong idea. Dante arrives and says to me:

Dante - Brother, we need to go to the United States. The American mafia wants to buy merchandise, and you know it’s good business.

Alexander - I know, brother. When do we leave?

Dante - As soon as you're dressed properly. Are you going to conduct business in workout clothes?

Alexander - Idiot, give me an hour and we’ll leave.

I head to my room to take a shower. I emerge with a towel wrapped around my waist, put on my boxer shorts, black pants, a bulletproof vest, and a navy blue shirt. I put on my shoes, fix my hair, and I'm ready. I step out of my room and head to my parents' room.

Alexander - Hi, Mom. How is Dad doing? Any updates?

Monik - He’s still the same, son—improving and declining. This situation with your father pains me, and the doctor isn’t very helpful. I don’t know, son; maybe we should seek another opinion.

Alexander - (Sighing heavily) Don’t worry, Mom. I promise I’ll look for another medical opinion when I return. I’m leaving for the United States this afternoon with Dante. Do you want me to leave Saul with you?

Monik - No, son, we’ll be fine. Your grandfather has enough security here. You can make the trip without worry. (She smiles at me and gets up to give me a hug).

Alexander - (I kiss the top of her head and hold her tightly) I love you, Mom. I’ll try to come back as soon as possible to get help for Dad.

I leave the room and head to the study in search of my grandfather.

Alexander - Grandpa, I need to go on a trip to close business with the American mafia. We’re leaving this afternoon.

Demian (grandfather) - Good, son. I’ll handle business here, so go ahead. But I want you to think about what we talked about. A marriage, son. I’m giving you the opportunity to find the right one, but if you don’t, you will marry Migdal, the daughter of the owner of the Italian hotel chain.

Alexander - Grandpa, no. She’s a spoiled little girl. Please don’t try to pair me with her.

Demian (grandfather) - So, son, find the right one; otherwise, you know who your future wife will be.

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