Revenge After Divorce Novel by Black Rose

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NICK

Luke’s face changed from shocked to anger very quickly. “Tell him, tell the moron where we are!” he bellowed throwing his hands in the air. “How could this moron do something like this? I am the only one who is supposed to do things like these. You boys are supposed to keep your hands clean!” he paced the room.

He was frustrated. “Since when did Marcus become worse than me in things like these, just what the hell is wrong with him?” he said to no one in particular. I didn’t know if he was just frustrated or a little impressed by his son in law. He turned to me with a glare. “What the hell are you waiting for? Do you want him to bomb more cities before you tell him where the hell we are?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Just moments ago, Luke had been telling me to keep everything from Marcus, and now, here I was, being blamed for not telling him where we were fast enough. It felt like I had no place to stand, caught between a rock and a hard place. But it wasn’t the time to dwell on that. I needed to get answers, and fast. I grabbed my phone and dialled Marcus, my hand trembling slightly.

The call connected, and Marcus’s voice came through loud and clear, calm and collected as though nothing had happened. “Nick? Tell me some good news, brother, where is my family?”

His words, so smooth and emotionless, sent a cold shiver down my spine. Something had definitely shifted in him. The man on the other end of the line didn’t sound like the Marcus I remembered, the one I had left back in New Village a couple of weeks ago. No, this was someone else entirely. A part of me wondered if Olivia’s disappearance had pushed him over the edge. Had it completely broken him, or worse, made him someone I didn’t recognize?

The way he spoke, his cold demeanour, it was like he was no longer the same person. His actions had crossed every line imaginable, going far beyond anything I had ever thought him capable of. I wasn’t sure if there was any coming back from that.

“We are in the Maldives,” I said, my voice a little tighter than I intended.

Marcus let out a low, deep chuckle on the other end. It wasn’t the laugh of someone who was relieved or amused, it was dark, unsettling. “Now, was that so hard to say? Did really have to do all this damage just to get you to tell me where my family is?” His tone was mocking, like he was enjoying the chaos, as if he wanted to see how far he could push before I cracked.

I sighed, a deep, weary sound. The man on the phone wasn’t the friend I had left behind. It wasn’t the man who had stood by me through thick and thin. This was someone else entirely, a stranger in his place. “Just don’t do anything else, Marcus,” I said, my words shaky but firm. “Just come over quietly. We can sort this out without any more destruction.”

But Marcus wasn’t listening. He laughed again, and this time it was even colder, more mocking. “Who are you to tell me what to do?” he sneered. “I asked you nicely, and you still held out. You ignored me even when my wife was taken. You chose to keep quiet. Now, after everything, who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”

His words hit me hard. He was right, in a way. I had failed him, failed to act when I should have. And now, everything was spiralling out of control.

I didn’t know what else to say. I was at a loss for words. So, did the only thing I could, I put the phone on speaker, wanting Luke and Ethan to hear what Marcus had to say. Maybe they would know what to do.