"What the hell is this?" I yelled on my way into the house office. The big brute was standing beside an old man who was sitting behind a desk, seemingly interviewing someone. Did I feel bad for bursting into the middle of whatever illegal things they were doing? Absolutely not. What I had found during my morning routine earlier was too much to forgive. "You put a tracker on me?"
Marco looked like he wanted to kill me, and his hands that had come down to his sides were clenching and unclenching into fists. The look in his eyes said he would strangle me without a second thought if he could. Too bad for him, I was here to stay. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Answer me!" My pointer finger met his chest and repeatedly jabbed at his pectoral muscle. "Did you put a tracker on me?"
