JAMES POV
I paced back and forth, restless.
Brad sat comfortably on a chair, one foot in front of the other, a glass of liquor in one hand and an unbothered smirk on his face.
“James, you need to calm down.”
“I’m trying... why the hell are you not even worried? You’re practically on a kill list.”
“James, don’t worry about me. We’ve handled way worse. I can take care of myself.”
“We haven’t handled anything like the Triad before,” I said, my heart racing.
“I cleared my debt. I have nothing to do with them anymore.”
Brad’s smile faded. His expression grew more serious, his brows furrowing as he leaned forward and dropped the glass on the small wooden table.
“You don’t just clear a debt with the Triad, James. They don’t forget and they sure as hell don’t forgive. You, of all people,
