THE OTHER WAY AROUND

Once Eros dropped Cassandra in the mansion, he jumped back into the car and headed for Marco. Even with all the tactics Cassandra devised to stop him from going, he didn’t yield this time. The bastard had beaten more than he could chew, and he was ready to end Marco’s bullshit.

He turned off the engine once he was at the site and got out, taking in his surroundings. Marco was a sly bastard; he needed to ensure the whole place was secure. Not that they weren’t careful enough, there were men in the control room, watching every cranny around the warehouse, even the surroundings. If any danger were lurking, they would find out. He stalked into the warehouse where Javier and the others waited, blowing smoke from his fat cigar.

Marco was strapped to a chair in the centre of the room. His face was bruised, and his head hung, he was so motionless that Eros thought he was already dead. There was a deep cut on his temple where a lone blood trekked down to his cheek, his lips were swollen, a