Chapter 33: Turn Back, Step Forward
Augustus coughed lightly, his throat stinging from the acrid air.
His gaze swept across the small glass table, scattered with half-crushed cigarette packets, pills, drug foils, and a pistol gleaming under dim light.
Then his eyes shifted to the man lounging on the couch—legs spread wide, two women draped across his lap like props, their artificial giggles barely masking the hollowness behind their eyes.
"Where is David?" Augustus asked sharply, locking eyes with the man.
Michelle remained silent beside him, letting Augustus take the lead.
But the man didn’t answer. Instead, he turned his attention to Michelle with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
"How’s your sister doing these days, Michelle?" he asked, voice casual—mocking.
Michelle’s jaw tensed.
Feeling the tension climb fast, Augustus stepped forward, swung the bag off his shoulder, and flipped it over.
Swift. Clean. Thud.
Stacks of cash landed in a neat pile on the table, one after another. This time, everyone in the room turned toward him.