The man's smile was sharp. "A favor. When the time comes, we'll call, and you'll answer."
"No deals," Marcus said, his voice cold.
Alexander raised a hand, silencing him. "You'll have your favor. Now talk."
The man's smile widened. "Mira's operation isn't hers. She's working for someone bigger. Someone who doesn't like being seen."
"Who?" I asked, stepping forward.
The man glanced at me, his eyes narrowing. "Careful, lady. Asking too many questions can get you killed."
Alexander's voice cut in, low and dangerous. "Answer her."
The man hesitated, then said, "They call him the Broker. No one knows his real name, but he controls everything. Every deal, every hit, every move Mira makes. And he's watching you."
The words sent a chill down my spine. "Why?"
"Because you're in his way," the man said simply.
Before we could ask more, the sound of gunfire erupted outside.
"Ambush!" Marcus shouted, grabbing his weapon.
