C91 Business

Marco flashed a thin smile. “The van.”

The boys looked at each other again, then at Gregory, and finally back at Marco. “We don’t know the fuck you’re talking about.”

Marco chuckled and stepped closer to the boys. “Really?” he asked, this time in a low voice.

“Yes, we don’t,” the taller one snapped and before he knew it, Marco punched him in the stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs