News got to Ezekiel about Marco's predicament. Ezekiel cursed loudly as he sat back down on his seat. Why of all times did this have to happen to Marco now? Now that everything was in big problems and his position was at stake? He had to be shot.

"That boy of mine should better not die." He muttered and took a sip of his wine. He had already lost a lot of things and as much as he hated to admit it, Marco was his only hope for a better future. Power has to remain in his hand and Marco could get that power for him.

Ezekiel's fingers trembled slightly...