Marco's POV
‘One bastard down. One more to go.’
Lounging on the couch, I dragged on my cigar and puffed, dispensing my thick smoke in the air-conditioned room, as it formed a white cloud above me.
Kaid slightly bowed after delivering the old news, and stepped aside, taking camp behind the couch.
The moment I focused more on Lucas and my cousin, I noticed the slight detachment on Kaid's end.
His sudden out-of-sight mode, busy calls in the guise of work… He was next. And f**k it, if he was in with Sofia, he'd kill himself with his weapon, and his f****d-up soul would never forgive him in hell.
I gulped down what was left of the shot and signaled for him to pour another, only thrusting a finger up.
“Si, Don.”
He poured a shot and stepped aside, hands crossed in front of him.
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