(Jaime’s POV)
As I stepped into the dimly lit base that was Skull headquarters that evening, the air buzzed with a tension that only men in our line of work could generate.
It was crazy how, when I was younger, I used to dread the moments Scar would bring me here, talking about how, as his heir, I needed to be abreast with the modus operandi of the Skulls. I’d been scared shitless, faking illnesses, and then eventually becoming really sick, just so I could avoid coming here.
But it didn’t matter.
Scar would drag me here nonetheless, no matter what. Even one time, when I was so sick, my mother had had me hospitalized, he had stormed the ward, yanked the infusions from my veins and dragged me out of the hospital, and no one had done a thing because of how powerful he had been back then.
