Chapter 91

Julian's POV

TWO YEARS AGO

"Here, the new target." Xavier, the leader of this damn organization, passed a file across the table with an air of casual indifference.

I dropped the half-empty glass of whiskey I had been nursing, the ice clinking against the glass as I picked up the file. My eyes fell on the photo of a man, clearly in his fifties, with graying hair and a weary expression that suggested he had seen too much of life’s darker side.

"What is his offence?" I asked. I dropped the file back onto the table, feeling the whiskey burn its way down my throat as I took...