Meanwhile, Leo stood in the shadow of an old dark warehouse, hiding perfectly, his gray eyes fixed on the old building ahead.
The structure was weathered and abandoned, its windows dark, its walls stained with years of neglect. Graffiti covered the brick in faded layers and the roof sagged in places, as if the building itself was tired of standing but Leo knew better than to trust appearances.
His men moved around him in complete silence, their footsteps barely audible against the gravel. Weapons glinted in the dim light, their faces hidden behind dark caps and masks.
Leo's jaw tightened as he studied the building. He had already made his plans, gathered his resources and prepared for every possible outcome.
But this wasn't just a rescue mission anymore. This was a confrontation.
The sick bastard had been pulling strings from the shadows for years, and now he had finally shown his hand.
Leo's gray eyes flashed with cold anger.
