But he wasn't going to let that motherfucker hit Amelia and go scot-free. He needed some beatings to rearrange his metals. Make him know that he had no right to raise his hand on a woman, not to talk of his own Amelia.
The parking lot in Gavin's apartment was very big. Wide enough to contain over five hundred cars, Marcus drove into one of the spaces close to the entrance of the building.
Gavin was living on the fifteenth floor, and Marcus remembered the details vividly.
Fifteenth floor, fifth flat. That was where he lived.
Marcus punched the number on the elevator and waited for the doors to open before he slipped inside. It was still afternoon so he was sure that a lot of people would be out by now. He also had a hunch that the bastard would be around by now.
A few minutes later, Marcus was stepping out of the elevator and walked straight to his apartment door.
