Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Six

"What the hell is going on here?"

The voice bellowed startling Marco from sleep, he gazed with sleepy eyes into the eyes of Anthony.

Marco looked around him and discovered that Lily was still sleeping with the sheet covered but it would take a fool not to guess what they had done.

He sighed, not making a move.

"I believe I asked a question," Anthony said.

"You know we live together, were you expecting something else?" Marco asked.

He got up gently, thankful he had slept with his boxers.

He put on his shorts and headed downstairs, well aware that Anthony was following behind.

"Marco," the man questioned.

Marco went to the fridge and took out a bottle of water.

"I am talking to you, boy."

Marco leveled him with a bored look, "What do you want?"

Anthony stepped towards him in a threatening manner.

"I told you how I felt about sleeping with my daughter."

"Was this before or after you shot my dad?" Marco asked.

Anthony stood there, his eyes locked onto Marco, his mouth hung wide open in