Adrian fixed the grip of the leather glove on his little finger before flexing his hands. It had been sometime since he wore it and instead of wearing them in the car, he wore them in the office itself. It was already evening and it was cold as fuck.
He fucking hated the cold.
The overcoat that he wore for the winter, which was quite thick, effectively hid the outline of the gun that could be seen in his suit if one looked carefully enough.
James was already waiting for him By the time he stepped out of his office, along with Charles.
"Where are you two heading?" He asked. He had access to their calendars and there was nothing on the itinerary anymore.
"Nowhere, somewhere." James answered vaguely, which was a code that they were going to do some underworld work.
"Ah, I see." He nodded. "Do you require my help?"
Adrian shook his head. "I will return home late tonight. Mother already knows." It was a dismissal and his brother was quite familiar with that.
