The look of someone who’d learned, long ago, that power didn’t always protect.
“Your phone tells them where you are,” she said. “And your security? Your captain friend?” Her mouth tightened. “Bought.”
Marcus stared at her like she’d spoken another language. “Reed is loyal to me.”
Aisha’s laugh was short, bitter. “He’s loyal to whoever pays. Your brother didn’t just poison you, Marcus. He bought the exits too.”
They reached the back door.