Mark Pov
Sage was going to kill me.
It wouldn’t be quick either. I am sure she would make it hurt, make it last. Not physically—no, she wasn’t that type, hell she couldn’t even take me on physically, I’ll break her. It’d be worse. That cold, disappointed silence. The way she’d look at me, all those unspoken words weighing on her tongue. Like I’d betrayed her trust.
Like I’d lied. And maybe I had.
I told her I’d come back, didn’t I? I promised her, forehead against hers, her hands had gripped my shirt like she could keep me from leaving.
I promised, but right now I was staring down the barrel of a gun.
Cholo’s eyes were dark, his smirk like those bastard in the movies—those f****d up villian. His men flanked him—six, maybe seven, hard-eyed bastards who looked like they’d done more tha
