"Kidnap Celeste Lynn?"
Leonidas Drake felt his breath hitch. The temperature around him seemed to plummet, a localized arctic chill brought on by the sheer intensity of the killing intent radiating from the man before him. He remembered that year vividly—it was the year of the k********g that had paralyzed Haven City's elite.
"Sir, I will not lie to you," Leonidas said, his voice careful and strained. "The Sterlings did approach me. They offered a sum of money that would have allowed me to retire ten times over. But I refused them. We even had a significant falling out over it."
Leonidas gritted his teeth, a flash of genuine pride crossing his face. "I may be a criminal, sir, and I’ve done things I’m not proud of, but I have a code. I’m a street fighter, not a terrorist. I had no quarre
