A dark, suffocating aura started to creep into Jason's office as he listened to the man on the other side with a clouded look.
They saved his father. So he was told by the other person who sent his best killer after his father.
He was saved. And he likely already knows by now who sent him. Or more specifically, who wants him dead.
"What shall we do?" Jason was ready to chew him out for not being capable of even finish a task as simple as that but he held his breath when he heard the distressed man's next words. "I think they already know. The cops are sniffing around my night club."
"We? You sent people to kill my father, and you want me to help you? His son?" He snarled out, almost finding the notion that he'd help his fathers killer out, pathetic and laughable.
He could feel ic
