DAMON'S POV The warehouse smelled of rust, oil, and fear. I moved through the darkness like a shadow, my tactical vest heavy against my chest, blood already trickling from a graze on my arm from the earlier chaos. Eve was safe behind the police line with the operators, but I had broken away the moment we got confirmation Alex was holed up here alone. Sophia had slipped away with Lily again in the raid gone wrong, but this bastard... the one who had obsessed over my wife, sabotaged my company, and helped take my daughter... was finally within reach. My earpiece crackled. “Boss, we have visual. He’s in the central loading bay. Armed, but no sign of the baby.” Good, Lily wasn’t here. That meant I could end this without holding back. I kicked open a side door and stepped into the dim light of the loading bay. Alex Rivera stood in the center, gun in hand, his usually polished appearance disheveled... shirt torn, face bruised from the earlier scuffle. His eyes lit up with that sick, ob
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