The room smelled of sweat, blood, and fear. The four men knelt on the cold concrete floor, hands pressed against the rough surface, eyes flicking toward the tall figure at the end of the hall. Silence stretched so thick it felt suffocating. Every muscle tensed, every breath measured.The door slammed behind them. One of the men tried to lift his head. A sharp crack against the back of his skull forced it down again. The big boss didn’t waste time. He walked slowly, deliberately, boots clicking against the floor, and the sound alone made hearts pound.You were supposed to have her, he said, voice low but cutting through every nerve in the room. She slipped through your hands, Not once, Twice.A bead of sweat ran down one man’s temple. His knees dug into the floor. His hands shook.“Sir…” he started, but the sentence died on his lips. One looked up, and his jaw locked.The big boss stopped in front of the tallest one. Without a word, he grabbed the man’s arm, twisted it behind his b
Read more