Jesse fell back on his bed with a heavy sigh.
"I'm an assistant, not a warrior, Aiden," he muttered, rubbing his tired eyes.
The lights were off, and the soft hum of the AC filled the room, but sleep refused to come. He couldn’t stop thinking about what Aiden had said on the call.
"Chop off someone’s lips?" Jesse repeated under his breath. "Seriously?"
Then he paused, eyes squinting in the darkness.
"Wait… Who exactly am I supposed to be going after?"
Sitting up slightly, he reached for his phone and lazily typed a message: “Who’s the lucky guy getting a wheelchair?”
After sending it, he stared at the screen, expecting an immediate reply. But after a full five minutes of silence, he frowned and tossed the phone aside with a huff.
“How am I supposed to break someone’s legs i
