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CHAPTER 227
~Ivan's POV~
My grip on the phone tightened, my pulse quickening. "Marcus," I repeated, the name rolling off my tongue like a curse. "What do you want?"
"Not what I want, Ivan," Marcus replied, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "What we want. And I think it's time we had a little... chat."
The line clicked, leaving me staring at the phone in silence.
Lucas leaned forward, his smirk replaced with genuine curiosity. "Who was that?"
"Marcus," I said, setting the phone down slowly.
Lucas's eyes widened slightly. "The Marcus? The dead Marcus?" His voice rose and I immediately glared at him to keep from shouting it loud.
"Damn, Ivan. What… what are you going to do?" Dude, this is fucked up. It must be some kind of joke, right?"