Mark’s pov

I shouldn’t do this. I should turn around and leave now. The man wants me dead for fuck sake!. He literally just shot someone dead, who’s to say he won’t do same to me.

But I’m here already, there’s no turning back.

“Come in” one of his numerous bodyguards says and leads me inside.

“Mark,” Temper says curtly once he sees me. “Good to see you” he adds sarcastically.

“Temper,” I nod once, trying to appear calm.

He nods to Jim, his head bodyguard who gives me a threatening look before leaving. As if I could try anything if I wanted to.

“I got your messages” I say with a deadpan expression on my face. “I wonder if you got mine”

“Dave?, that was you huh? I should have known. Well, I’m glad you got to see how he ended. Try anything funny and you might be next”

I chuckle humorlessly, “you really think you can still threaten me. Even after knowing I’ve got evidence that could not only destroy your life but your ambition as well. Wow Temper, you’re so predictable”

Temper sneers, his eyes glin