Chapter 108: The pain of being bait

Marcus picked took out his phone and called the captain. “Captain, the tracing tools we installed have to be working. If my wife is taken off this ship, I will sink it,” he said so calmly, it made many shiver. All around them, the crowd had fallen into a stunned silence, no one daring to breathe too loudly lest they draw Marcus's wrath upon themselves. His eyes smoldered like twin flames from the depths of hell itself as he slowly turned his predatory gaze upon the gathered masses. A collective shudder rolled through the room at the sight of the dangers promise held in their depths. His men arrived and handed him a talkie. His voice was low but dangerous as he gave instructions. “Pick them all off one by one,” he said. And in that moment, not a single soul doubted the brutal truth behind his words. Marcus Hunter was a man possessed. He tried to remain calm, but he could not. He had miscalculated how good they would be. Marcus was absolutely livid and in a state of sheer pan