Ares's P.O.V.
I agreed to meet Andrew's lapdog without killing him for Summer's safety. I needed to know what kind of crap they expect me to follow. We decided to meet at a lounge since it's a public place.
"So you are Ares, heard a lot about you. I am Marcus," the man in front of me grinned. He was about 6 feet 2 with grey hair and dark brown eyes. His angular face sported a long scar, making him look intimidating.
"I guess Andrew is hiding in his home with his tail between his legs," I sneered.
"Boss had to ensure his safety. You killed his father after all," Marcus replied.
"I don't give a f**k. Where is Summer?" I demanded to know.
"Don't worry, your little bird is safe and sound with the boss. He has a soft spot for her, you see," Marcus smirked.
"He better not touch a single s
