“You surely had been having a hard time. You don’t look so good.”
His fingers stopped playing with the empty glass once the door creaked open, revealing the person Nicholas had been waiting for to arrive.
With a sigh of relief, he stood up and walked over to him, giving the man a bump in the fist. “You have been busy, I assume. It took you thirty minutes to show up on my doorstep.”
“Were things with you running smoothly?”
Chuckling, his brother, Raven, made himself at home and reached out to the empty glass. On the other side, Nicholas picked up the whiskey bottle before he poured him a drink.
“Things were good, but I had to deal with some stubborn buyers,” Raven answered, swallowing the drink he had.
Raven's presence brought Nicholas a sense of comfort and familiarity, a much-
