Chapter 129: taking a wrong job

“How is she doing?” his mother asked. “She fell asleep,” he answered. “Okay, then. Your grandfather says you should meet him when you get back,” she informed him and Marcus paused. “Okay,” But even as he hung up the phone, Marcus couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the pit of his stomach. He knew that until he got rid of all the threats, they couldn’t rest easy. And he was determined to do whatever it took to keep Elena safe, no matter the cost. In the dimly lit recesses of a seedy bar in Hammer City, the air was thick with the mingled scents of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and quiet menace. Three men huddled over a battered table, their hushed tones and furtive glances lending an unmistakable air of illicit business. One of the men, a bulky brute with forearms like gnarled tree trunks, slid a crumpled piece of paper across the scarred wooden surface with a meaty hand. “Word just came down – the updated take list dropped.” His compatriots leaned in immediately,