Chapter 2.42

Marco p.o.v

I clenched my fists, and struggles to keep my body from shaking in anger. The room feels suffocating, the air thick with tension.

My heart pounds in my chest, an unsteady rhythm of frustration. I am pissed, seething with rage that threatens to consume me, but I held back, restraining myself.

We are currently in my office in the brothel, a place I didn't want to establish. It was this bitch's idea to build it, with reasons that it could both be a cover-up for some of my business, while does her thing.

Her eyes swiftly flickered to my clenched fist, before quickly averted her gaze to my face. I watched as she shifts uncomfortable in her seat, I smirked inwardly.

“You don't seem too happy to see me.” She purred in what could be a seductive tone, but sounded like a wounded cow to me.

The anger I was trying so hard to suppress, threatens to erupt like a volcano. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath trying to find solace as I imagined Zoey's smiling face.

Slowly, the ten