The ride back to the second-tier city was long and uncomfortable, but Rowan didn't say much. He was thinking of a lot of things even if he couldn't fall asleep on Locket's motorbike. He shouldn't even hold her too tightly because it was not Duke; the body was even too thin for him to delude himself.
However, Rowan's mind kept on wondering. If he looked back fifteen years ago, there was no way he could even picture himself being part of a mafia family. He didn't even know about their existence before he met Duke. After he revealed his name to the world, why did it feel like everyone just wanted him to leave the mafia family who found him?
Was it a one-in-a-million future where he would become a vanishing face like the others? To be honest, he couldn't even be a vanishing face. He was too proud to shed his identity away.
"Thirteen years ago… Have I ever run into Duke thirteen years ago…?" Rowan murmured.
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More than thirteen years ago…
