After destroying his tv, upending his coffee table, and throwing one of his barstools across the room, leaving a hole in his living room wall, Marcus fell to his knees and screamed into his hands. He hadn’t cried since he was twelve, but he could feel the sting of tears behind his eyes now.
Refusing to give in to the crippling pain that had forced him to his knees, Marcus focused on his anger instead. He’d had Gold in his sights, and the man would have already been dead by now if Ava hadn’t gotten in the way. Everything he’d been working towards had slipped through his fingers because he’d let down his walls and trusted someone.
This was why he pushed everyone away. This was why he trusted no one. He’d been an i***t to tell her the truth.
He’d learned early on that caring about peopl
