Ariel Mackenzie is a tough and resilient woman who has always put her son, Jason, first, she could even go up the sky and pluck the moon for him. But when the assassin organization she works for demands the head of Jason's father, Vincent, Ariel is faced with a difficult decision, should she risk her future relationship her child, or save it by not completing the mission, which has dire consequences. Going back to her hometown did not only open up old wounds but it created new ones, secrets that were meant to be kept in the dark were brought to light, betrayals were made and and some relationships were broken.
"How come?" Vincent asked, crossing his legs comfortably and going through the file carefully.
"I don't know, probably a mole, Paul sent this to me by mail this morning." Mason said gesturing to the file, as he opened his drawer bringing out a windpipe.
Vincent carefully looked at the file furrowing his brows, while Mason lit up his pipe taking in a huge drag from it.
"There are two underaged children in this house." Vincent stated with his head still buried in the file, the smell of the smoke wafted into his nose, that is why he knew his father is smoking without even raising his head up.
"You fucking bastard, are you forgetting that those two children are my grandchildren, and this is my house." Mason sneered with anger, "This is sweet flavoured." He grumbled the remaining part while Vincent just rolled his eyes.
"So what if Anna come up to you and say, grandpa, can I taste it?" Vincent questioned slamming the file on the desk.