The clock read eight in the morning when Salin dragged himself to the breakfast table, his hair still a mess.
They had arrived in the country before dawn, back to the sight of their home.
He sat down in the chair. His eyes went to Jun-ho, who was already there, and he gave the blonde a quick wink. But he soon focused on the reports Sora was projecting onto the laptop screen.
Salin didn't know exactly since when, but Sora was seriously busy with some very serious mafia matters. It probably wasn't what his parents had expected. The eldest son marrying a mobster, the second son being practically a mafia operations center, and the third son… well, it was important to remember that Salin's younger siblings were very close to Jun-ho's youngest sister too.
Their families were intertwined. But even so, he didn't feel threatened.
— You two are sick — Salin muttered, serving himself juice. — Who decides to talk about trackers at eight in the morning?
