Collins navigated the car into the packed road, ambulances, rescue vehicles and police cars were everywhere. It had been about an hour since the explosion that had rocked the home of Lucien Drake.
Marcus glanced out of the window of the car, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the crumbled burning house of his biggest rival. He had not planned to come in person, but he needed to see this. He needed to see the end of his biggest rival.
“Have the police found anyone else?” He asked, his tone low, his brows furrowed,
When Marcus had ordered the attack on Drake, he had told his people to make sure that Drake was dead before they left. It was only unfortunate that Drake was able to escape to his home before they could get him.
Collins parked the car on the other side of the road, his eyes
