Chapter 177 - Licking Wounds of Battle

Standing in his Oliver's study, Noah was reminded of the man who had influenced so much of his life by the lingering scent of the flower grew in a corner of his study and worn leather. Oliver Harris was an outstanding man, reflecting the definition of a father. His absence now created an empty space that was difficult for Noah to fill. He however found solace in the fact that he had his biological dad here for him. Noah's eyes landed on the thick wooden desk covered in his father's belongings. There were bundles of papers, a gold pocket watch, and pictures. Every object had a backstory, a piece of a life well lived. Noah picked up a picture of him and Oliver from a fishing trip years ago, just before he was sent to Los Demonios for training. A rare moment of pure delight and bonding, they were both smiling. He carefully placed the picture down, feeling the weight of his loss drop on his shoulders. “Hey” Mia called as she stood by the door. “Mi Amor” he said as he stretched his a