Cephus' POV

Chapter 129

Cephus’ POV

The room is cold as I take my jacket off and put it on the back of my chair behind my desk.

Quietly, I move around the room, going through the motions, thoughts spinning in my head.

I’ve made a mistake.

I don’t regret it. I’m just aware of it and the fact that there may be consequences.

Amber-colored liquor slides into my glass at the bar before I take a swig and saunter back to my desk.

I settle into my seat and move my eyes to the computer screens.

Without thinking twice, I reach inside my jacket, and for the first time in a few months, I pull out a cigarette, search inside a drawer, retrieve my favorite metal lighter, and light it.

I take a long drag and instantly hate it.

I don’t like the smell, the taste.

I thought it would give me some clarity, a boost of energy, and some relief.

Instead, it fucks with my brain.

That’s what happens when you take a break from something.

Annoyed, I tossed the pack in the garbage, greenbacks, feet onto my desk, my gaze train