The irony of living a double life had never been an issue to him. But today, he felt its impact.
He watched the woman cry before him, sitting opposite his desk. She had her face down on her palms, but her wail was of someone who lost dearly.
"We will make them pay for what they had done to your son, Mrs. Montgomery." He patted the middle-aged lady in her hands to comfort her.
She was a widow who lived with his only son. But last night, his son was gunned down by some punks who thought they owned the street.
Unfortunately, the criminals were high on drugs. The same illegal substances that his underground organization was supplying on the market.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Carter, for your help." The woman wiped her tears with the handkerchief in her shaking hands before tilting her face to look at him. "They have no right to take the life of my boy." She said with courage and determination despite her grief.
