CHAPTER 44
MARCO
CLUES
My father had pushed the operation to a few days after, after he got a call I had no idea what was spoken about. He made sure to drill me in about how the whole thing worked while I listened with absolutely no interest whatsoever.
The days went by faster than I wanted, and soon we were in the living room again and my father was briefing me all over again.
“You understand, Marco?” He asked, and I nodded my head. It was simple. Get to the warehouse, ask nicely for formalities and if they don't, you take it by force. And taking it by force meant spilling blood.
And I wasn't going to be spilling any blood.
I was almost out the door when my father's voice stopped me again.
“Marco,” my father called from behind me. “Come here quickly.”
I stopped in my tracks
