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ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋᴍᴀᴛᴇ, ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀғᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ

Fuck this shit, Ice muttered under his breath as he followed his father into his office. He was starting to get tired of his old man summoning him like a fucking dog. Worse. Gaslighting Enver into thinking he was a respectable businessman. Sure, people did respect the fuck outta him, but only because they feared him. Not Ice, though, unfortunately for his father they were way too much alike. Heartless. Cunning. Ruthless. Wicked. You name it.

"Sit." His father barked, which of course made him automatically defy his order.
"You sit, old man, those joints must be a bitch at your age."

He did sit, not before looking at him like he was already plotting his demise, which he wouldn't have any doubts he would do if only he believed Enver was cut to take over him. Unluckily for the bastard, his twin was way too soft for the kind of business their father ran. And that was good, too, because not only could Ice protect Enver, but his lack of bone for the family's business also gave Ice an edge when it came to defy their dad.

"I got word you rented an apartment, want to explain it to me?"
"Seriously? Do I have to go into the specifics of how renting an apartment works? And here I thought you were a clever kingpin, daddy dear. Well-"
"Ice." Oh, a threat. Wonderful. Ice flashed a wolfish grin, eyes hard as steel.
"Enver and I are getting out of here. He won't be ready to join me leading this shit show by graduation if mom keeps coddling him the way she does."
"No. End of the discussion."
"Yes, we leave or I'll tell him exactly why you've been encouraging his computer skills all along."
"Ice."
"Callum."
"Don't-"
"Listen," he seethed, "we are leaving tonight, and you will be fucking happy and supportive, or you can start looking for another suitable heir to take over your rotten empire. And just so we're clear, you try get to Enver, and I will fucking end you. I'm your son, not your pawn." Then he left the office.