Chapter 226

Even the people he most trusted and respected were connected to his father in one way or another. He never trusted a man who had his father’s disapproval. Disapproval from his father was a verdict from which there was no appeal. The weight of that disapproval, though rarely expressed harshly, carried more power than any worldly punishment. His father’s belief in him, however, was the light that guided him through every dark moment and the strength that made him feel invincible.

Years ago, when his father formed an alliance with the mafia don of Pakistan, his father never really trusted him. He had always been cautious, carefully weighing every word, every action, and every intention of the men he dealt with. His father’s instincts were sharp, honed over decades, and he rarely allowed himself to be misled. Instinct, he had learned, was the accumulation of every lesson life had ever taught. But in those days, as Moosa began to step more into the world his father was navigating,