Asa's POV
When I arrived at the safe haven I had sent Marco to, the scene told the story of what happened before anyone opened their mouths: three SUVs were parked haphazardly, bullet holes peppering their sides.
One of the perimeter guards waved me in, limping slightly. A few of my men were patching each other up near the side of a black van and Marco was at the center of it all, sitting on a crate with a bloodied cloth pressed against his arm. He looked up as soon as I stepped out.
“Boss.” He said immediately, pushing himself up. “Didn’t think you’d get here this fast.”
“I was nearby.” I replied flatly, stepping closer to where he was. “Talk to me.”
“We had the deal lined up." He said with a frown, still holding his wound delicately to stop the bleeding. "The handoff was supposed t
