It was the kind of question that completely shattered the atmosphere Damien himself had created… the one he started and welcomed them into so warmly, yet his question was the exact opposite of all that.
And it wasn't just the words, not just the question itself, but the way he looked straight into James's eyes with that unreadable face, a face that gave nothing away. James couldn't tell if he was joking or not as it was just a numb expression and to be honest… James himself didn't even know the answer to that question.
What happened back home messed up everybody, not only the drug sellers, the traders, the smugglers, but literally every single criminal business. The raids the government carried out fucked the entire underworld apart and dragged down every business with it. They fucked the prostitution rings, the illegal casinos, everything, all because of one single thing.
Fear.
