JAMES POV
Don placed a file in front of me, pushing it straight to me.
“Your first mission since you rejoined the Triad, James,” he smiled, and my stomach quickly sank.
This was the day I dreaded. I hoped and prayed it wouldn’t come, but it did. I had agreed to rejoin to save my mother’s life.
She didn’t know yet, and I couldn’t bring myself to tell her because it would break her heart.
I slowly opened the file—it was a rich businessman in Russia.
“He owes us money, James, and he’s refusing to pay,” Don said as I went through the file.
“We need your expertise, James.”
I raised my head to look at him. “You mean torture.”
My words hung in the air, heavy—too heavy. Don didn’t flinch, he just leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face as if he was proud that I could read between th
