Marcus’ POV
Something’s wrong, I know it, ever since we came back from New York, Rory has been distant. I’ve tried to make dates with her for the last few days but each time she’s blown me off for one reason or another, and now I’m getting desperate.
‘You’re still coming right?’ Kane’s voice demands from beside me making me jump as I turn toward my fellow enforcer in confusion.
‘What?’ I ask, frowning.
My best friend sighs loudly, ‘the party man, on the fourteenth?’ he responds, like I’m supposed to know what the hell he’s talking about. My confusion must show because he punches me in the arm, hard.
‘D.ick!’ he huffs, ‘you forgot! I can’t believe you!’
‘What? Just spit it the f.uck out Grim’ I mutter, not in the mood for his cryptic comments and the fact that my arm now f.ucking hurt
