"Drinking," Julian said, holding up one finger. Then he raised a second. "Staying out all night. I know where you've been, wasting your energy on cheap women and not coming back to supervise the work you were assigned."
Julian lifted a third finger. "And finally, you don't have the heart to follow orders. You wrecked our plan, and it cost six lives for your two family members, who were already safe. Let me guess, Graf—the people guarding your mother and brother, there weren't more than three of them, and they probably didn't even have a knife on them. Am I right?"
Julian's bold assumption made Graf freeze. He was right. His mother and brother had been kept in a villa on the outskirts. Other than being starved for a few days, they hadn't been treated cruelly at all. Because at that time, Wood was still…a gentleman.
Graf had rescued his mother and brother easily, without encountering any real trouble.
