All Chapters of Revenge is Best Served Cold: Chapter 131 - Chapter 137

Marcus' POV Carmen would come around. She always did. I stared at my phone, waiting for her to call back. She just needed time to cool down. Time to realize that cutting me off was a mistake. Time to remember that we were in this together. I dialed her number again. It rang twice before going to voicemail. "Carmen, it's me. Please call me back. We need to talk about this." I kept my voice calm and reasonable. "I know you're upset, but we can work through this. Just give me a chance to explain." I hung up and waited. Five minutes passed. Then ten. My phone stayed silent. Fine. She was making me work for it. That was okay. I knew how to handle Carmen. A few more calls, a few emotional appeals, and she would crack. She always did. I called again. This time, the phone went straight to voicemail. My stomach tightened slightly. "Carmen, I understand you need space. But please, just listen to me for one minute. I love you. Everything I've done has been for us. For our future together

Marcus's POVI stared at Derek’s phone number on my cracked screen. The last time I called him for a job, it ended in failure. We barely escaped Phoenix Advisory without getting arrested. Derek made it clear he wanted nothing more to do with me.But I was out of options.I pressed call and held the phone to my ear. It rang four times before Derek answered."What do you want, Marcus?""I need your help with another job," I said quickly.Derek laughed. "Are you serious? The last job almost got us both arrested. Why would I help you again?""Because I'm willing to pay double this time," I lied. "Twenty thousand dollars."The line went quiet. I could hear Derek breathing as he considered the offer."You said ten thousand last time and barely paid half of that," Derek said finally."This time is different," I insisted. "I have the money ready. Cash. I just need to get into Phoenix Advisory one more time.""Phoenix Advisory?" Derek's voice filled with disbelief. "You want to break into the

Marcus's POVThe keypad beeped with another failed attempt. Red light. Again.I wiped sweat from my forehead despite the cold garage air. How many combinations had I tried now? Twenty? Thirty? Each failure made my desperation grow."Marcus, we need to leave," Sophia whispered urgently beside me."Just a few more," I muttered, entering another random sequence of numbers.Red light."Marcus!" Isabella hissed. "I hear something."I paused, listening. Voices. Footsteps. Someone was coming down the stairwell into the parking garage.My heart jumped into my throat. "Let's go."We moved quickly away from the elevator, trying not to run but not exactly walking either. The voices got louder behind us. Security guards maybe, or late night workers heading to their cars.We rounded a corner and I collided hard with someone. A homeless man stumbled backward, catching himself against the wall."Sorry, sorry," the man mumbled, reaching out to steady himself on Isabella's arm."Don't touch me," Isabe