Marcus POV
Marcus Pearson was miserable.
He lay in his hospital bed, his body aching, his ribs, jaw, nose, and everything were screaming every time he took a breath.
It had been three days since that bastard had beaten him half to death in the street, and Marcus still had no idea who he was. The man had been fast, brutal, and precise, as if he planned on killing him. And when Marcus tried to get the CCTV footage from that street, it was gone. Wiped like the attack had never happened.
Whoever that man was, he had resources and connections. And he was clearly connected to that b***h.
In fact, he was sure the man was connected to the same man who had paid him to skip the date and was threatening him. Just that he didn't catch his face.
Marcus groaned, shifting slightly in the bed, win
