Where the Sun Hides (Seasons of Betrayal #1) Read Online Free

isn’t
that right, Marcus?”
    Kaz and Abram both looked to the man sprawled on the floor,
one hand cradling his face as he groaned in pain. His shirt was wrinkled from
Kaz’s former hold on him, and spattered with his own blood. His nose had
already been broken, the soft cartilage giving way beneath Kaz’s strength.
    Contrary to popular belief, Kaz wasn’t as violent as people
made him out to be. He much preferred using rationale and reason to get the
things he wanted from others, and that had served him well over the years.
    But tonight, he was in no mood.
    The last thing he wanted to be doing was tracking down men
like Marcus to find out where his money was. He liked to think he was a patient
man, giving those that owed him a chance to pay their debts before he came to
seek them out.
    Except, Marcus had chosen to duck and dodge him for the
last three weeks, practically a ghost in a city where no one could hide—at
least not from Kaz.
    When he had gotten the phone call from Abram that Marcus
had been found and instructions were needed, Kaz had to postpone the meeting
with his brother to deal with this bullshit.
    And if there was one thing Kaz hated, it was being late for
a prior engagement.
    So, no. His patience was gone, and the last thing he wanted
to hear from Marcus was another excuse.
    “I-I’ve got your money,” Marcus stuttered out, holding an
arm out in front of him, as though that might help ward off any more blows from
Kaz. “Please, I can get you—”
    “ Zatknis ’—shut up.” Reaching into his coat pocket,
Kaz pulled out a crisp, white handkerchief, tossing it down on the man. “Clean
yourself up.”
    The portly man rushed to obey, his hands shaking with fear
of what Kaz might do next. It wasn’t often that a man broke your
nose, and then gave you something to clean up the blood.
    “Here’s how this works. Abram here is going to escort you
to your office, your home, or to wherever the fuck it is you keep your money.
You hand him over what you owe, plus twenty percent for wasting my time, and I
won’t cut off your fingers. Understood?”
    Marcus nodded, still holding the handkerchief to his face.
    “Good.”
    Kaz glanced back to Abram, who looked far too amused by it
all and gestured with a tilt of his head for the man to follow him toward the
exit. Neither had to worry about Marcus trying to make a run for it, though it
would have been entertaining to watch.
    “See this done. I have a meeting I’m overdue for.”
    Abram nodded once. “Right. Take it easy, Cap.”
    Kaz frowned as he watched the man head back toward Marcus,
whistling beneath his breath. He had always hated that nickname, ‘Cap,’ but
Abram insisted on calling him that—his idea of showing him respect since he was
a brigadier —or Captain—in the Markovic Bratva . And no matter how
often Kaz asked—or demanded, depending on who you asked—he still did it.
    Putting Marcus out of his mind for the time being, Kaz
headed out into the night, breathing in the cold air as a wind blew over the
vacant parking lot. Across the way sat his baby, the one thing that never
failed to make him smile. It had been a present to himself after he’d received
his stars.
    A matte black, fully customized Porsche Carrera GT.
    It was ostentatious to say the least, and when his father
had seen it for the first time, he hadn’t approved, but he didn’t bother trying
to tell Kaz to get rid of it—he knew the request would go unheeded.
    Hitting the unlock button on the fob he carried, Kaz slid
inside. He slid the key inside the ignition and started her up. The low hum of
the engine was like music to his ears as he pulled out of the lot, heading
toward his brother’s nightclub in Coney Island.
    It was rare that Kaz visited him there, especially when
Sonder was open for business. He wasn’t usually one for the nightlife scene,
but whatever his older brother asked of him, he usually provided.
    He owed him that much …
    Kaz had only been driving