Chapter 67. Her Beauty

Marco POV

After getting home, I changed and left again. Mac sits looking at me as I watch the door. He should be arriving any time now. I'm guessing my guys have had issues with him along the way. A moment later, it opens, and someone is dragged through.

I watch as he is thrown to the floor in front of me. My head shakes, he's lucky to still be alive considering who is playing games with.

"Dale." I sit back, watching as he scrambles to his feet. "Did I say you could stand?" I ask, and nod at the soldier.

"Who the fuck are you!" He shouts and goes to move, one of the soldiers hitting him. I watch as his legs buckle, and he falls back down. He won't stand until he's told to.

"Why am I here?" He glances around, confused, his eyes widening as he notices the guns. "I swear you have the wrong person. I have done nothing. I don't even know you!" He screams, begging already.

He's not wrong. He doesn't know us. He doesn't live close, but from having people watc