Marcus's POV
I pulled the gray van up to the curb and left the engine idling because I didn't want to waste a single second if Silas’s men were already circling the block, and as I stepped into the laundromat, the thick smell of cheap detergent and hot steam hit me right in the face.
I spotted Krystal immediately because that emerald dress stood out like a sore thumb against the grimy white washing machines, and she was huddled in the back corner with her arms wrapped tight around a bundle of blankets. She saw me approaching and she stood up so fast she nearly tripped over the stroller, and she grabbed a heavy metal detergent bottle from a nearby shelf like she was actually going to try and c***k my skull with it if I got too close.
"Stay back, Marcus, I mean it, and if you try to ta
