Marcus pov
The unfamiliar black car parked too close to me, igniting a surge of anger within. I struggled to find enough space to move away.
“Who the hell are these guys?” I growled, straightening up. As the car door swung open, two muscular men stepped out, clad in black sunglasses and blazers. Their appearance didn’t frighten me, but it made me uneasy about their intentions. I stumbled back, nearly losing my balance and falling into the gutter.
"Black needs you, Marcus!"
They spoke in unison, as if they were puppets. I hissed, my heart racing; I recognized the danger they posed, but I wasn’t about to go with them. I owed Black a significant debt, and now he had sent his enforcers to collect.
"I'm not going anywhere. Tell him I don’t have his money."
I stood firm, trying to project
