Marco POV
“I didn’t know about this side of the business, Marco. I swear to you,” Kyra says.
We're both sitting on the bed. She's staring at her hands while I'm staring at nothing in front of me. I'd just told Kyra what happened at the East docks when her father took me and Elon there.
“I know you didn’t,” I say. “But that’s not the point, Kyra. The question is, what are we going to do about it?”
I don't believe for a second she didn't know about that side of her father's business. She's too smart not to.
“I can talk to my father. Maybe even my mother. She might be able to talk sense into him.”
“No. He can’t know how I feel about this.”
“But you don’t want to be part of it.”
“Of course I don’t!” I blurt out in frustration. “Selling arms? Kyra, no way. When your father said he wa
