"You give me a bastardised version of it." He pulled his knees to his chest and sat there, looking at Yoongi and wishing he could do something. He wanted to fight but he didn't know how. "I know what you're thinking. You think exactly how your brother does. That I'm useless and a brat. Maybe I am. I never asked to be a mob boss."

He hated this business. "You can have it if you want it. Take my title, take my place, kill my father and my boyfriend. I can't stop you." He didn't even know if he wanted to. "I'll stay in this shitty, cold basement and I'll be good. Quiet. And you can rule all you want." Clearly that was his main desire. "Whatever you want, big dick."