way a kid could handle something like that. Marcus suspected someone was using this boy to target him. For safety's sake, he needed to get to the bottom of it.. At the mention of parents, Jacob's bravado faltered. Like any Menu mischievous kid, he wasn't afraid of much, but the thought of his mom finding out? That scared him. Not because she'd hit him-she never did-but because he couldn't bear to see her sad or disappointed. The fire in Jacob's eyes dimmed, and he pouted. "Go find my dad if you want. My mom's busy and doesn't have time for you." Marcus's gaze sharpened. Fine by him; he preferred not dealing with women anyway. "Where's your dad?" "My dad? He's long gone. Down in hell, probably. Why don't you go join him?" Marcus was at a loss for words. Brenda seized the moment to chime in. "This kid's got no manners! Marc, he's practically cursing you to hell! Look at his raggedy clothes-bet he's some poor family's delinquent. No class at all!" 0.6% < Chapter 4 Menu Jacob wasn't having it. "No manners? And you've got them? You're old enough to know better, but you're out here bullying a five-year-old! What did your mom teach you?" Brenda nearly choked with rage at being called old. "I'm only twenty-eight!" "Really? Could've fooled me. I thought you were eighty-eight." "You little..." "Shut it! Keep pushing me, and I'll teach you a lesson your parents clearly didn't." Before Brenda could retort, Jacob's smartwatch buzzed." It was his mom. He knew she must've come out of the restroom, noticed he was gone, and was probably worried sick. Jacob couldn't stand the thought of his mom being anxious. He glanced at Marcus. "Gotta run. No time to play with you guys. Catch ya later!" With a swift kick and a wriggle, Jacob slipped out of his jacket, leaving it dangling in Marcus's hand. "Keep the jacket. You're welcome!" he called, darting off into the crowd, his small figure vanishing in a flash. Marcus stared at the empty jacket in his hand, his face darkening further. "Find out who that kid is," he ordered Axell. "Track down his parents. And get someone to figure out how those wheels were blown off." 'On it," Axell replied, signaling the bodyguards to head back into the train station. Recommend for you Revenge: Deaf Brides Fake Death My husband had two letters inked 3 inches below his waist-"Av". When we were lost in passion, I asked what it meant. ... Second Chance Read