Adrian’s POVThe abandoned warehouse on the east side smelled of rust, oil, and old rain. My men had cleared the perimeter an hour ago. No cameras. No witnesses. Just concrete walls and silence.Marcus was already waiting in the first room.He sat tied to a metal chair under a single hanging bulb, sweat shining on his forehead. When I walked in, his eyes snapped up to mine and the color drained from his face.I didn’t speak right away. I took off my jacket, folded it neatly over a nearby crate, and rolled up my sleeves. The room stayed quiet except for the soft hum of the light.“Boss—” Marcus started.I raised one hand. He shut his mouth.Enzo stood near the door, arms crossed, watching. Two other men waited outside. No one else needed to hear this.I pulled a second chair in front of Marcus and sat down, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees.“You sold pieces of my life,” I said calmly. “Routes. Locations. My wife’s schedule.”Marcus swallowed hard. “I—I didn’t have a choice.”
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