Marcell's POV.
“Name?" The crinkly voice beckoned for Hal to identify ourselves upon arriving at the Kelly estate.
“Let us in, you know who we are." Hal's unamused voice dully replied.
“Someone's feeling mighty entitled these days, Hal." I called out from the back seat.
The mere fact that we had to play into the propriety where in any other time I'd have my ass firmly seated in that seat next to Hal already had my temper bubbling.
Men like Shamus and I were no different than Hal and his guards. These men were just disposable to the old men; the men who refused to change their contrive habits using these loyal made men as human shields, chauffers', and grunts all while they reaped the spoils of their pain, and, subsequently, their deaths.
If Diego were here he would tell me it wa
