MARCUSThat was George on the phone, I knew they were tracking me somehow. Just how the fuck did he know I was on the jet? There was no one following us on our way there, how did he know? “I already told you that I want nothing to do with this, don’t call me again.” Just as I was about to cut the ca
MARCUSThe only thing I could think about on the way, was to get the fuck out of London. The city was no longer me. There was no need to go back even in the future, online meetings for the company would have to be the norm and whoever wanted a face to face would have to go to New Village to meet me.
MARCUSI stood there dumb founded. My brain stopped working for a minute there. What the hell was I hearing? “Was my father a gangster?” there I was judging Luke, yet my dad was the same, just what the fuck was my life going to?“No, he was a businessman, the supplier for all the drug lords from her
MARCUSI didn’t feel the drive home; my mind was so occupied that I almost caused an accident. The moment I got in, I found Ethan sitting in the lounge. “Ethan, I need you to look into someone, I need everything on him.” He gave me a look. “His name is George Mason, the owner of the law firm I went
MARCUSI walked into the law firm with purpose. I had turned my father’s study upside down looking for anything to do with Nathan or his mother but found nothing. two days I had wasted looking for anything relating to them. two days I could have spent with my wife and prevented that nonsense from ha
LUKEThey shared a look, which told me they knew something. “I won’t ask again.” Still, no one responded. I took my gun and shot one on the knee. He screamed in pain like a little bitch. “Next one goes to someone’s head.” Their eyes widened; the first shot already scared them half to death.“It was