Wyatt:
"Just remember, Callum. People in the underground think that your sons are dead. No matter what, two things need to happen. One, beef up your security. Two, act like you have no idea. As far as you know, they are still just missing. People tend to show their true colors in tragedy." Macy told our father while watching the people in hazmat suits packed up their stuff to leave.
"I understand." My father sighed, running his hands over his tired eyes.
"How did you all get mixed up in this s.h.i.t? I have spent my life trying to keep you ignorant to everything but our business, and now look. You're in bed with the reaper." He grumbled.
"Watch your mouth, Callum. Say whatever you want if it involves professional matters, but my personal life is not your concern moving forward." Macy
