JAMES

“Okay… so you want us to steal from the Triad? Me and you?” Brad asked sarcastically, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes, Brad,” I replied, annoyance in my voice.

He chuckled and stared at me without saying another word. He just kept staring.

“What?”

He didn’t say a word.

“What is it, Brad? Why are you staring at me like that?”

He leaned forward in his chair, hands resting on his knees. “James, you know we’re not just cousins—we’re brothers, and we ...