Asa's POV

When I arrived at the safe haven I had sent Marco to, the scene told the story of what happened before anyone opened their mouths: three SUVs were parked haphazardly, bullet holes peppering their sides.

One of the perimeter guards waved me in, limping slightly. A few of my men were patching each other up near the side of a black van and Marco was at the center of it all, sitting on a crate with a bloodied cloth pressed against his arm. He looked up as soon as I stepped ...