Marco, a devil himself at the age of 24. His parents' tragic deaths at a young age left him scarred, causing him to build walls around his emotions. Fueled by a burning desire for justice, Marco takes on the dangerous task of uncovering the truth be...
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Marcos pov
5:00pm
I sat in my dimly lit office, the events of last night playing over and over in my mind. Serena's defiant eyes and the fury in her voice gnawed at me. Who the hell was the reaper, and why was she involved with him? I slammed my fist on the desk in frustration, the sound echoing in the silence. She was hiding something, and it left me with more questions than answers.
I leaned back in my leather chair, running a hand through my hair. I needed answers, and I needed them fast. The thought of not knowing what Serena was mixed up in made my blood boil. I couldn't afford any loose ends, not now.
A knock on the office door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in," I barked, my voice still tinged with anger.
The door opened, and Sarah stepped inside. She was one of my closest friends and the sniper of our group. Her expression was serious, and I knew she had news. "Marco, Max found a location where Eric will be tonight."
My eyes narrowed, my thoughts shifting from Serena to the task at hand. "Great," I said, my voice firm. "We'll move in, in a few hours. Tell the guards to be ready tonight."
Sarah nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Will do."
Sarah left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more. I stared at the door for a moment before turning back to my desk, determination hardening my features. I would get to the bottom of this, no matter what it took. And if Serena was hiding something, I would uncover that too. One way or another.
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8:00pm
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The night is enveloped in darkness as I approach Eric's friend's house up north. Dressed in my sleek black leather suit, I feel the weight of my trusty katana knife tucked behind my back and the two silencers strapped to my waist. These tools are my allies, ready to assist me in this mission.
