Edrick’s POV
I shouldn’t have come here.
The bar smelled like sweat, stale beer, and desperation. the kind of place where people drank to forget, not to celebrate. Perfect for me, I guess. I picked it because it was buried deep in a poor neighborhood where no one would recognize me. No uniforms. No expectations. No father breathing down my neck about how I’d “risked the family name.”
God, the way he spoke to me today… it keeps ringing in my head.
Reckless. Irresponsible. Endangering the family.
Is that really what he thinks of me? After everything I’ve done? After everything I sacrificed to get this far? After risking my damn life to drag Leonardo into custody? Not even a simple well done, Edrick.
No. Just blame.
I took another gulp from the glass, wincing as the alcohol burned my
