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This is exactly the life I want, but for some reason now that I've come down from the high of getting confirmation that the French congressman is going to do exactly what we want him to do I'm starting to wonder if my time living this carefree no rules life is coming to an end.
If Marko is truly leaving, maybe he'll ask me to take a different position? What the hell could I do other than what I'm doing now?
"I'm guessing that you've heard about the congressman." I say out loud, and Marko just raises his gaze up to me slowly.
"You don't speak." The venom in his voice startles me, and I take a step back before I reply.
"What do you..._"
"Stop talking, Zeus. He should only have to ask you once." Sven barks at me.
As Marko's right had and his son, he's always around to make sure that no one disrespects his father. Not that anyone would.
Marko may be on his way to retirement, but that in no way means that he's going soft. I'm sure Marko would be more than willing to take me out if he saw fit. What I don't understand is why so much hostility all of a sudden.
I push my hands behind my back and look off to the back wall. This is not what I thought was going to happen when I got here.
I figured this was some sort of happy meeting, looks like I'm about to get reamed out for doing my job too well.
"Sven, how's Suzana and Ema?"
"They're good, father, Suzana trying to walk farther than her little legs will carry her." Sven replies.
"Ah, but of course, strong-willed. Makes sense. Must be sure to bring her to see me soon. It's been a while. And Luka, how's my hummingbird?"
"Agitated, ready to have the baby, expecting french fries on my return." Luka pushes a hand through his perfectly styled hair.
"And you will get her all the french fries she requires. If I hear otherwise, I'll be put out with you." Marko smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. The old man looks tired.
"Josip, everything well with you and Isabella, still keeping you on your toes." Josip nods once and shoots a glance over to Sven. This is highly irregular behavior.
"Zeus, you might be wondering what I called you hear today for and why I'm insisting on bringing to everyone's attention the families that they have waiting for them. That's because I don't want you to feel slighted when I rip your fucking head off for putting them at risk. You'll know why."
"Jebote! What are you talking about? I've done nothing wrong? I put no one at risk." I surge forwarded and Luka is right there to keep me from taking another step forward. As the main man in charge of security and also Marko's son, he's who I'd have to go through if I wanted to harm the old man. I don't, I'm just confused as fuck right now.
"Ne razumijem." I huff out, my confusion on the rise.
"You don't understand? I never thought you so fucking incompetent in my life! You are sent out into the world to persuade our higher, more elite associates to do things for us. Violence and blackmail as a last resort."
"I did my job with the congressman." I respond
"Indeed you did, but you made a fucking mess of it. You basically broadcast to the entire fucking world that he was having his arm twist behind his back. Now I have the fucking UN and INTERPOL sniffing around because they believe we're behind a slew of other instances. This isn't local PD that we can buy off. This is fucking multiple law enforcement agencies looking into us. . What the fuck were you trying to do? Get a movie made after us or something. Everyone who is everyone knows that his son was used as blackmail for the congressman to change his mind. They know that government officials are being targeted, and the fucking smart ones knows it was us who did it. How in the fuck is that what I sent you out to do?" He roars at me until he stops and puts a hand to his chest.
"Marko?" Sven and Luka take a step in his direction.
"Ostavi me, dobro sam." Marko mutters out, taking a deep calming breath.
"Are you sure, you don't look okay?" Sven asks.
"I said I'm fine, Sven!" Marko snarls at him.
Marko sits back in his chair and glares at me, "If they come for us, they'll come for all of us and little Suzana won't have a father, nor my hummingbird a husband. Isabella will be left alone again, and I'll spend the rest of my years in a fucking metal cage, all because you don't know the meaning of subtle."
"I had every intention of slitting your throat, but I see now that it's not power you crave, it's simple incompetency. You're sloppy, and filled with hubris, I don't have the patience to deal with someone who at this point in our life doesn't realize that everything that we do reflects on the family."
I keep my lips clamped and shut.
"Father, I know he fucked up, but I do have an option."
