NALEDI’S POV

My heart drummed in my chest as I located the file I spotted the previous day.

I reached for it, dragged it out of the shelf and placed it on a nearby stool. With shaky hands, I opened the content of the large file and looked through the first page.

Details of shipments made by the Yakuza in past years stared back at me, counting back to decades before. My heart skipped knowing I had the exact file in hand.

Draken’s father had always been particular about keeping records. I knew for a fact because we were always made to document every single operation carried out for his...