When I took the blame for my boss and went to jail, I thought this would be it for the rest of my life.
Until the wife sent the divorce agreement, with a line of small words attached: "The child is his."
I silently tore up the note and worshiped three masters in prison——
The financial oligarch taught me money laundering, the King of Killers taught me killing, and the Godfather of the Underworld taught me the rules.
On the day he was released from prison, the boss personally said: "From now on, you will be the second in charge."
I smiled and passed the cigarette, my fingertips brushing against his carotid artery.
"Wrong. From today on... I will make the rules."
