Diego's POV
My dad quickly grabbed the phone from my hands and turned it off. His behaviour was unusual at that moment.
“Just a syndicate seeking my help,” my dad replied casually.
“Low-class syndicates like them—why do you bother helping them?” I asked. We had nothing to do with syndicates lower than ours because they gave us a bad reputation.
“It's just this once; he needed my help. Don't bother about it,” he said and hurriedly went inside his house. It didn't matter to me, so I just drove off.
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I climbed up the stairs and headed for my room. My vision was vague, and I wobbled as I walked to my bedroom. I tried to open my room door but it wasn't budging so I subconsciously reached for a key in my pants pocket, unlocked the door and went in.
“Who the hell are you?” I asked irri
