Damien's POV My boots splashed through shallow puddles as I stepped out of the factory, two of my men trailing me as I led. “Let’s move,” I said, my voice flat.A black SUV, the engine running, was waiting at the curb for us. We piled in, and I slid into the back seat, stretching my legs out as the driver punched it.“But boss, the warehouse is empty most days,” one of the men in front muttered.I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “I know today it won’t be. Those animals think they can keep my money. Well, I’ll make sure to take their hands before I take my cash.”Nobody said a word after that.********After almost 20 minutes, we reached the warehouse. Its windows were boarded, and its walls were scarred with graffiti. The SUV stopped.We stepped out, the cold wind cutting across my face.“Guns up,” I ordered.My two men, now in front of me, moved first, barrels raised. I followed, one hand brushing the grip of my own weapon. The metal door made no sound as we pushed i
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