Marcus
As I sat on the balcony of my lavish mansion in Europe, the city's skyline stretching out before me, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of frustration. My perfectly tailored black suit seemed to mirror the dark thoughts swirling in my mind as I took a drag from my cigarette. It had been far too long, and the fact that we had lost track of my brother, Darren Thomson, was both infuriating and unacceptable.
Lucas, one of my trusted men, approached me, his footsteps silent on the marble floor. He knew better than to disturb me when I was lost in thought, but the urgency of the situation demanded his report. I exhaled a plume of smoke and turned my attention to him.
"What is it, Lucas?" I asked, my voice low and controlled.
Lucas cleared his throat before speaking, "Sir, we've
