Derek Wilson stumbled through the front door at two in the morning, drunk and terrified.
He'd lost everything. Again.
$50,000 in one night of poker. Money he didn't have. Money he'd borrowed from very dangerous people.
In the kitchen, he found Marcus cleaning up from dinner.
"What are you doing awake, trash?" Derek slurred.
"Couldn't sleep," Marcus said quietly, drying dishes.
Derek leaned against the counter, his head spinning. The loan sharks had given him forty-eight hours. Two days to find fifty thousand dollars or they'd break both his legs.
He thought about his sister. Diana had just gotten that big investment. Five million dollars. She could spare a little.
"Is Diana home?" Derek asked.
"She's sleeping."
"Good." Derek stumbled toward the stairs.
Marcus watched him go, say
