In a large black jeep flanked by two others, Marcus was lost in his thoughts. He tapped his fingers on his armrest on the passenger side of the car. His face was impassive and his eyes narrowed. He had just received news that Drake was in his city. Marcus considered that as a proclamation of war, no one came into his city without his permission, No one.
“Boss,” Collins called out, his voice drowned out by the torrential downpour outside the car.
“What?” Marcus stopped his tapping and turned around to stare at his aide. “What is it?” He asked, his narrowed eyes immediately spent a spike of fear running through Collins' body.
“We are here, boss,” Collins answered, his eyes down and his voice low.
Marcus nodded, his eyes glancing outside the heavily tinted windows of his bulletproof j
