Shiloh was caught off guard, his mind racing for an excuse. "I-I was just looking for something... I don't know," he stammered.
Marcus crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes locked onto Shiloh's. "What did you find?"
Shiloh swallowed hard, his eyes flickering to the broken glass on the floor. "Just a photo. Who is he?" he asked, pointing to the shattered picture.
Marcus' expression softened slightly as he knelt down to pick up the broken pieces. Rage exploded over his face and he grabbed the photo quickly, not caring about the shattered glass all over the floor. "Stay out of my stuff."
"Why?" Shiloh gutted his chin out. "You're keeping me fucking hostage and I can't find out why?"
"Just shut up and get out."
"Who is that guy in the picture? What is his connection with all of this?!" Shiloh felt like he was at his wit's end. Nobody told him anything and he needed to understand why.
