One month later
Micah’s pov
I saw the date on my phone, and my lips slowly curled into a smirk. One month had passed since I got rid of that prick. The path to my success was never closer. It was an accomplishment worth commemorating. A month had passed since I eliminated that prick and fooled everyone into believing the Triads were at fault. I masked my joy the entire time while joining their relentless search for him. I avoided subduing my glee and pretended to mourn his death whenever I was in public, while in private, I enjoyed the peace in my life.
I wanted to celebrate, but that would have to wait until nightfall. It would be a lonely and silent celebration, but that was okay. Enjoying a bottle of wine in the wilderness while gazing at the stars would be just perfect.
As I stare
