Marc's POV
Cooter flopped me in the chair and made it looked like I was tied in. I sat there as Trevor slammed Alex up the wall. I waited for Cooter to shut the door before I made my move. walking up behind Trevor I hooked him around the throat and pulled him off Alex.
Trevor and I danced around a moment, as we fought to see who would get the upper hand. Grappling was not my game. straight-up brawls were, more my style. He got me pinned with an armbar as my face slammed against the cold cement floor.
"Your men are incompetent!" Trevor roared. Turning his angry ice blue eyes on Alex they instantly flipped to fear. Alex held a loaded 1911 .45 at his face.
"I am so f*****g tired of your bitching and whining," Alex growled at Trevor. Alex's face was contorted into an angry mask. I wigg
