41. Better Not Play Hard To Get

“It was a fucking trap!” Vector snarled, his hands slamming down on the table as he shot an intense glare at Marcus, who sat opposite him. Two large men stood behind Marcus, both suited up and sporting icy expressions. “And we fell right into it.”

“Yeah, we sure as shit did,” Marcus replied calmly, but the deep creases on his forehead gave away his tension. Everyone in the room was on edge. None of the guys they sent in for the assault came back, and neither did the gang they were targeting. It was clear that while they were focused on wiping out the local gangs, they totally underestimated the fact that a third player had joined the fucking game, and that seriously pissed off Marcus.

“I don’t need a damn confirmation, Marcus. I need to know what the fuck is going on?” Vector backed away and stood tall, pacing behind his desk. “This attack was your goddamn responsibility, and I was told that everything was fucking sorted.”

“It was,” Marcus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Unt