Chapter 17: "Tensions with Claire" Marcus POV

I’m still at The Rusty Jack, slumped at the bar, blood drying on my lip from Lenny’s fists. My gut’s sore, my head’s pounding, and that threat—“lethal this time”—is loud in my skull. I’ve got a week, maybe less, and I’m broke—flat out, nothing left. The whiskey’s gone, glass empty, and I’m starin...