Marco’s POV
“You bastard! What do you mean Ariana could die before the end of the day?” I roared, shaking the rogue violently, my voice cutting through the chaos around us.
“Tell me everything,” I growled, shoving him harder against the tree.
“The heads, the tails—every detail—before I rip your tongue out.”
“I—I swear that’s all I know!” he stammered, trembling under my grip.
“It’s what I heard them discussing. I don’t know if they’ve carried it out yet, but I’m telling you this because I believe they’ve gotten to her.” His voice cracked, his fear tangible.
“So that means you’re not even the boss,” I spat, furiously tightening every word. “You’re just a pawn—like the rest of them.”
“Yes, I’m just a pawn,” he said, shaking his head frantically, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t help!
