Chapter 3
Before Marcus could speak, two more heavy black SUVs pulled up alongside his vehicle, blocking the parking lot exit.
Burly men in sharp suits stepped out, their hands subtly resting near their suit jackets.
The familiar, dangerous aura of the Vale syndicate instantly wrapped around the quiet suburban shopping plaza.
Leo began to whimper, burying his small face into the side of my hip.
“Marcus, tell your men to step back right now,” I demanded, terror igniting like gasoline in my chest.
“You’re frightening my sons.”
Marcus instantly snapped his head toward his bodyguards, his expression darkening into pure fury.
“Get back in the vehicles!” Marcus roared, his voice booming across the parking lot.
“Now! Don’t touch them, don’t look at them!”
The bodyguards immediately retreated, sliding back into the SUVs without a single word of hesitation.
Marcus turned back to me, raising his gloved hands in a gesture of absolute surrender.
“Evelyn, please,” Marcus begged softly, his voice cracking with desperation.
“Listen to me for just two minutes.”
“What you saw in that study five years ago… it wasn't what you think.”
“I don't care what it was,” I snapped, taking another step backward toward my battered sedan.
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“It was five years ago, Marcus.”
“I built a life without your money, without your crime, and without your lies.”
