“Damn it,” his father cusses at the other end. “I'm not saying you should do the bad stuff he's up to, you just have to know how to behave around him. I mean, he should be an ally, he's too dangerous to be an enemy. Even his father can't dare disagree with what he says because he knows the implication.”“So, what you're saying, sir, is that I should pretend to go along with him so he doesn't harm me?” “Exactly.” “I ain't doing that. I'll be mad at anyone who does that to me. And, by the way, you know pretty well those who act like that are cowards. Apart from all those, we both know it's impossible for me to be around him and not work with him.” “Weston…” “I can't compromise my integrity, sir. What is wrong is wrong. San is an enemy the moment I got to know he kills innocent people. I can't continue being friends with him, pretence or not. Not especially when he doesn't show any sign of wanting to change.” “His father is sca

Weston feels his chest tightening even though he wants to deny what she said. He wants to tell her he's sure he is a better father and he will make sure his daughter doesn't go through any shit but…he thinks about it for some moment. He doesn't know where his daughter is right now, he got engaged with the wrong woman who doesn't care about their daughter and he's left his daughter with that same woman for the past few months.He swallows hard and stares at the ceiling. “Your father's gene is inside of you, so you have some damn traits of his inside of you but that doesn't mean you'll be cruel in the same way as your father was to your daughter. I mean…you care about your daughter,” Lorette says. Weston feels some damn tears in his eyes. He cares about his daughter…he does care about her…why the hell did his father not care about him? Was he different? Did he miss something? “And…” Lorette adds quietly, “I think you need to heal of those shit yo

Oh, yeah, shit. The CCTV camera. He really can't have some cops questioning his ass right now. Well, he might end up being locked up in a cell for a few hours but that isn't what he needs at the moment. “Thinking about it, you have more to lose. If the lights come on right now, it'll capture both our faces but since your godfather sent me, I'll be covered. But if you let me go, it's a win-win for us. What do you think? We have just a minute left.” “Alright, you can go,” Weston says. “Your gun.”Weston frowns. “What?” “I'll need your gun to be sure you're not going to stab me in the back.” Weston smiles, he slowly lets go of his gun. He really has a lot to risk right now but he knows damn well he can't kill this man, not especially when he already heard about the man's son that the man is living for. “T for thanks,” the man says. He gets on his feet and limps away. Quickly, Weston stands up and rushes back