Marcus POV
I am such a bastard.
The thought tore through me as I drove my fist straight into the mirror the moment I returned home, fresh from the hospital after Liam had been discharged.
A part of it cracked and broke instantly shard flying around and a few piercing into my knuckles making it bleed but I didn't in care infact I barely felt the pain as I remained standing Infront of it chest heaving the other part which hadn't broken yet caught hold of my reflection and I froze.
The man staring back at me looked unfamiliar Wrecked. Broken. Almost worn out of life.
The suit I wore hung loosely on my frame, creased and lifeless. My beard was overgrown, my hair bushy and unkempt. My body, once solid and commanding, had grown lean in an unhealthy way.
My face was lined deep with exhausti
