16. Hell To Pay

[VECTOR]

“Good,” I say over the phone as I exit my room, the suit blazer still wrapped around my arm. I make a beeline for the stairs. “Send someone to inspect the goods at the dock. I don’t want another disaster like the last one. I hate it when our men are being arrogant instead of focused on the job.”

“Well, it’s not really their fault,” Marcus says from the other end of the phone, his voice a little softer and drowsier than usual. A piece of soft music plays in his background, and I can bet a billion dollars that he just put his younger son to sleep. He’s only a year old. “Power is like crack to a foot soldier; they often abuse it.”

I roll my eyes and steal a quick glimpse towards Lizzy’s room. It’s closed. I’m willing to bet another billion dollars that she’s expecting me to burst through that door any moment now. What she doesn’t realize is that I could have had her the moment I laid eyes on her, the moment I found her four years ago, the moment she crossed the road in front of