Chapter Twenty-Four
The night air hung thick with the scent of danger.
Alex leaned against the hood of his car, parked just outside the crumbling shell of the old warehouse. The silence around him wasn’t comforting—it was suffocating. His jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the warehouse entrance, waiting. Inside, his men were sweeping the place, following a lead from one of the informants Dominic had “squeezed.” It was supposed to be a simple raid. But Alex knew better than to trust simplicity in a world built on betrayal.
His phone buzzed.
Unknown Number.
He answered. “Talk.”
A man’s voice, raspy, distorted. “You’re getting close. Too close. Turn back before you find something you can’t handle.”
Click.
Alex didn’t flinch. He pocketed the phone and exhaled through his nose. Another warning. Another ghost is trying to rattle his control. He was done with games.
Moments later, Luca emerged from the warehouse, face grim. “There’s something you need to see.”
Inside, the place reeked of mildew an
