JAMES POV
“Sakamoto Tomashi,” I said, walking towards him, a drink in hand, the bartender hovering just in front of him.
“It’s been a while.” I slid into the seat next to him. The bar wasn’t crowded most people were lost in the music or drowning themselves in their glasses.
Sakamoto turned his head to look at me, and that’s when I pulled my gun, pressing the cold metal against his back.
He smirked. “James,” he said, with no trace of Chinese in his accent though he looked completely Chinese. “You look like a desperate man. Have you been getting enough sleep lately?”
I pressed the gun deeper into his back. He let out a laugh before gesturing to the bartender to pour him another drink. “James, we both know you are not going to pull the trigger.”
“Wanna find out?” I whispered.
“We’ve al
