MARCUSI never thought I would ever be the kind of man who ordered hits on other people. I wanted to be good, for my business to be legal and never have to be implicated in murders and such. Yes, I was implicated in Sandra’s murder, but that was different, that woman drove me to the edge and I could
LUKEI was standing in front of the warehouse talking to my daughter when I was shot at. The bullet missing my face but hit my phone leaving a hole on it. I ducked as more bullets flew towards me. I was either lucky or that man was a bad shot. Either way, I would have been dead. But I was glad I was
OLIVIA“Dad?” I was now shaking in fear. “Luke?” I kept yelling when I heard myself that the call got cut after that gun shot. I called again but there was not answer and that got me scared half to death. I just spoke to him, he couldn’t have been killed, he must he alright. Maybe his phone fell and
OLIVIAI could tell something was happening even thought my husband was trying so hard to hide it from me. That phone call got him spooked. It was either those people from that organisation he was now leading, or it had something to do with my dad and that plan of theirs that continued to give me sl
LUKE“Oh, my bad. I didn’t mean to do that. I am just allergic to disrespect and bullshit.” I crouched in front of him. his nose was now bleeding; I was sure it was broken. “Do you have something else to say?” he said nothing but kept wiping the blood off his nose. “Then get the fuck up and show me
LUKE“Marcus, can you talk?” the silence told me he was in a good environment to talk to me. “I am having lunch with my wife.” Shit! why did Olivia have to appear at the wrong time when I needed help? “I will deal with it.” I then cut the call.Bullets were still flying; everything was all mixed up