Chapter 79

It was just 2pm in the afternoon and he was already tired of staying all by himself. Dahlia had left for work again; leaving him to be home alone in the house with nothing to do. She left food this time though and that was something to be grateful for, unlike the previous day when he had to wait for her to get back and had decorated the house again as his own way of apologising.

Being shot in the leg wasn't as much fun as he had imagined.

He had watched some of his dad's men come back from operations injured and had thought them to be invincible and strong to have taken a bullet. And those who died during these operations were praised for being a warrior of some sort.

He knew he wasn't cut out for the kind of life his father lived and exposed his brothers to, so he just might never be tagged as strong or invincible as his father's men were.

Despite the pain of getting shot, he felt some kind of way to