Ghost -To Inherit

"Fuck!" Simon growled, slamming his fist into a punching bag hanging from a sturdy chain. It only moved slightly, filled with dense and heavy material, and pale traces of his knuckles remained on the leather upholstery. He was already breathing heavily, sweat trickling down his temples and neck, down the hollow of his spine on his back, along this path between the muscles. He had been preparing for this all his life. Since the age of fifteen, he had been involved in the affairs of his grandfather, the head of the Riley clan. He attended all the meetings where the supply of weapons and drugs was discussed, and where verdicts were passed on traitors working undercover for the enemies. When he was eighteen, he passed sentences himself, holding a gun in his hands as if it were an extension