Fuck Marcus. Shiloh thought as he paced his room for the fiftieth time that day. The penthouse was fully loaded, stuffed to the brim with the latest tech equipment and smart TVs and stereo sets, but Shiloh wasn't interested in any of that shit. All he wanted to do was go home! Fuck. He's been gone for almost a week and he was sure Lucian was probably shitting himself with worry. Shiloh pinched his nose sighing through his nose.
Everything was a mess. The people he thought he could trust, he couldn't and the people he did trust all seemed to turn their back on him. Adam did warn him that he was in a dangerous game, but he still pretended to be ignorant. There was no way out. Shiloh didn't know much about the Malfitano family, all he knew was that they were Lucian's rival, in a complicated web of other mafia families that ruled New York City. But what did that mean exactly? Where did Lucian fall into place?
