Justin's POV
"How is he doing?" I asked my father's doctor as I walked into the main bedroom where he was. I called her a few minutes ago and told her that I was coming over.
"It is not looking good I am afraid," She said to me.
I am not a jealous guy, I have never been, I just don't like coming second best. Which is pretty much what my life has been like from the beginning. As the third and last son of a head of Mafia drug Lord, I was always overlooked by my father. I always came second to my brothers in everything that we did together and I hated it.
To make matters worse, when I was in my pre-teens, he sent me away from boarding school, shipped me off, and only allowed me to come home just once a year. They had no idea what I went through when I was there. It was terrible for a y
