Chapter Thirty-Two: Opening Up Part 2

My jaw drops in surprise. “Get out of here, are you for real?”

“I’m the fourth generation on my father’s side,” he says with proud glee. “My mother is an assassin too, but she didn’t get into the business until after she married my father.”

“What the fuck are the chances? What are your parents names? Maybe I’ve heard of them,” I say, eagerly pulling up another seat.

“Well, my mother goes by the codename Ajna and my father goes by the codename Akephaloi.”

I shove him in astonishment, “Shut up! Your father is Akephaloi?!”

“You’ve heard of him?” he says happily.

“Are you kidding? Who hasn’t? That time he took out that Cambodian death squad. Oh my God, my grandmother was gushing about it for weeks. So savagely brutal, especially putting their heads on pikes – which I personally thought was a fabulous touch. I know we do a lot of fucked up shit, but it’s those moments when we get to use these skills to bring justice to people who would otherwise never have it, that makes what we do re