Chapter 170: Anything You Want
"I’m sorry, Sir," I said, making sure that my voice was as weak as I could make it. Looking up, once again, from Gluttony’s shoulder, I stared at my mother’s husband. "I had a bad dream."
Marcus’ teeth gnashed together as he tried to control his temper, but it was clear he didn’t like anyone else touching what was his. The expression on his face was a husband coming home, only to discover his wife was cheating on him with the neighbor. However, he needed to keep his shit together and not explode since there was an outsider around.
If he wasn’t careful, he might just give himself an aneurysm and drop dead as a result. Ah, a girl could only dream.
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Marcus scratched at the mosquito bite on his neck as he watched the fucking doctor holding up his girl’s ass. The sting of his fingernails as it scraped enough skin off the bump to make it bleed still wasn’t enough to reign in his temper.
He had spent the past hour outside on the balcony as one of his men gave him the latest reports. People were dying. It didn’t matter if they were rich or one of the refugees who had come here looking for food.
Between the ongoing storm, the flooding, the mosquitos, the snakes, and the fucking insects, everyone was miserable. He had honestly thought that getting so much food every day would make life easier, but that wasn’t the case at all.
He had all the supplies in the world at his fingertips, and yet... he was still fucking miserable.
Going away from the mosquito bite on his neck, he focused on the three on his forearm.