Page 64 of Asphyxia
“Everything?” I gaped at him, nearly choking on my mouthful of beer.
Why would he do something like that? Could he do something like that?
Iknew the Sergeant held a lot of power within the law enforcement community, but that much? What kind of shit was he doing with Alpha-Six?
“That’s what I just fucking said. Everything. Need I spell it out for you?” Marcus bit out, growing slightly temperamental with my prying questions.
“Jesus, calm the fuck down. It all just sounds—”
“Too good to be true? Yeah. It is….” His voice drifted off, and I automatically knew there was more to this that he was disclosing to me.
You don’t get handed a deal like that without good reason. Even if Sergeant Drake fucking hated Adrian, this was still a huge deal.
“You’re withholding…”
“Am not.”
“Are too. What the hell aren’t you telling me?”
Marcus sighed as he bent forward, dropping his feet to the floor, and pressed his forearms on his thighs.
Wetting his lips, Marcus rolled his head as if whatever he was hiding from me struck a nerve, and he was hoping I wouldn’t press further for the answer.Too fucking bad.
“Drake knows more about Madison than we do… He knew what Adrian was doing to her…”He fucking what?
“And he didn’t think to stop it? Are you fucking kidding me right now? Please tell me you’re joking—that you’re just saying that to get a rise out of me.”
I sat up straight, nearly spilling my beer with how quickly I joltedforward.
“I’m not, and he didn’t… He couldn’t.”
“Bull-fucking-shit.”
“That’s what I said…” Marcus sighed deeply, his eyes dropping to the coffee table as he stared off into nothing.
There was a long silence between us as I gaped at him, still in shock from the bomb he’d just dropped in my lap, and Marcus looked as though he had just lost the battle in a raging war—utterly defeated.
“You made the right call,” I uttered, breaking our silence in the hope of turning his mood around and erasing the fault he was undoubtedly feeling.
I was pissed off at the Sergeant. He was giving us nothing more than a band-aid to slap over a deep cut that required medical attention.
But time heals all wounds, and this opportunity would start that process for Madison.
“We’ll end that motherfucker. He’ll get what’s coming to him…” I added, finishing my beer and picking up the Xbox controller that I had dropped in the heat of the moment.
There was nothing we could do to change the past, but the future? Now, that was something we had complete control over.
“Yeah… He will.” Marcus agreed, throwing open the lid of the large box before pulling out a slice of pizza. I bent forward to do the same while it was still warm.
Neither of us knew what to say next—both of us contemplating what we were going to do next.
A free pass to kill with zero consequences and regrets.
How could you say no?
Afterseveralbeers,asecond pizza, and about fifteen rounds of Call of Duty later, Marcus and I were feeling pretty damn good—the two of us doing nothing but hanging out for hours on the couch.
It’s been a while since we had a whole day just to fuck around on the Xbox and drink. Despite the most recent chaotic weeks, it felt almost as if we were finally returning to our old routine.
