For generations, the Vastano name meant power, built on layers of dark dealings. We dealt in illegal arms, controlled the shipping lanes, moving anything and everything. That was the foundation.
But my father and Lucius, they decided they needed a "conscience." They wanted to phase out the profitable crime and steer the ship in the "right" direction. I was the only resistance.
Lucius was the perfect child, the genius heir. My father preferred him. He picked him as heir, even selecting his politically affiliated wife. I always felt Lucius looked down on me, acting all better than me, criticizing every move I made.
But Lucius wasn't perfect. He had a mental issue, an obsession that my parents never disclosed to me. All I knew was that he was pathologically obsessive and couldn't stand others touching his possessions or his order.
