The desk lamp illuminated Kokonoi’s face, the half empty glass of whiskey tucked in his grasp.

“We’re so close to getting Kisaki, love, we have the evidence, Mikey is going to lure him in, Bonten will be back to how it always should’ve been”

He sighs, he hadn’t slept in days, so consumed with keeping Bonten ‘clean’, as clean as a criminal organisation could be, and that could only happen with Kisaki gone.