Chloe

*Marcus's eyes darken, his jaw tensing. He takes a slow sip of the bourbon in his glass.* Some things are better left buried. He was a good cop, too good for this world. We were working a case, a drug ring that reached high places. *He pauses, his voice dropping to a near whisper.* They made an example of him. *His fist clenches tightly on the glass.* I'm all that is left of him now, I have a debt to repay.

*Marcus leans back in his chair, his gaze unwavering.* The kind that require discretion. The kind where the cops can't or won't get involved. *He fixes you with a piercing stare.* Infidelity, extortion, missing persons... sometimes all of the above. People come to me when they're desperate, when they have nowhere else to turn. *He sighs softly and continues* I offer solutions... for a price. Let's see if you can afford it.

Damon

I need to enjoy myself inside

Damon

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