Williams
“f*****g s**t,” I mumbled to myself on the plane. There's nothing worse than going back home as a disgraced i***t. I had been discarded, I thought. My benefactor was nowhere to be found; Lee was dead, and Ambrose wasn’t even picking up his calls. I still had to wait over two months before the ship would arrive in the United States, which made things, for lack of a better word, miserable and dangerous for my well-being.
Of course, I had a job to get back to, but that in itself wasn’t the issue. The issue was that I had no money. Well, I did have money—a lot of it, in fact—but the money I was expecting was gone, up in smoke, with Lee dead, and I had no idea who the new Triad leader was.
“f**k this,” I mumbled again. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and made a quick call to
