Chapter Hundred and Sixteen
Also, why would they use his front door?
Markus stood, stretching once before grabbing his door handle and twisting it open just as two guards rounded the corner, dragging a familiar figure between them.
Cole.
Cole's wrists were cuffed in front of him. His clothes were disheveled, and a fresh bruise bloomed along his jawline. But it was his eyes that caught Markus' attention. They turned wide, sharp, and... desperate.
The moment Cole saw him, he stiffened. His gaze darted quickly toward Markus's hands, his sides like he was searching for something.
Markus's brows pulled together. What the hell was that look for?
'Oh yeah, Cole thinks he's betraying his family. He needed to put on a show.
"Hold up," Markus said, stepping out fully into the hallway.
The guards halted immediately.
"I need a minute with him," Markus told them as he pointed at them.
