Sebastian’s POV:
The atmosphere in the warehouse was thick with tension, the remnants of violence hanging in the air like a shroud. I leaned closer to James, my voice a low, threatening whisper. “My name is James. I was tailing Shelly because that was my task from my boss. He made me do it.”
“Go on,” I urged, my tone dripping with menace. “What is the name of your boss?”
“You know him. You know him very well.” His voice trembled, and I could see the sweat beading on his forehead, the desperation etched into the lines of his face.
His admission sent a shiver down my spine. “His name is Mr. Lorenzo. The very man who put out the hit on your parents.” The name hung in the air between us, heavy with the weight of our shared history, a name that conjured memories of loss and betrayal.
“Why is he after my stepsister, Shelly?” My voice cut through the silence, fierce and unyielding.
James swallowed hard, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape that wouldn’t come. “He
