Chapter 56
Martin Pov
Staying in the penthouse wasn't an option anymore.
The photo with a red X over my face crossed a line. Someone had broken into my home and left a clear warning.
You're marked. You're next.
For three nights I couldn't sleep. I recall that picture several times, until it became a shape in my head. Every sound made me flinch. The locks I'd trusted felt useless. The place that used to make me feel secure felt like a trap.
So I left.
I told Amelia I had a business and it required going out of town, but she didn't believe me, and I don't care.
I packed a few things, took the hidden guns, drugs I'd sell to make cash and then I drove to a bare Queens safe house. At night I locked the door, and then use a chair to wedge the handle of the door. I told myself,I'd go bac
