Chapter 221
Robert's POV
I lay on the cold concrete floor, lost in the suffocating isolation of time. Suddenly, the rhythmic thud of approaching footsteps broke the silence. I surged to my feet with guarded precision, pressing my back against the iron door, holding my breath.
The moment it swung open, I lunged at the guard like a predator. I twisted his neck with a raw, primal force until I heard the sickening crack of bone. He collapsed, a lifeless heap.
I snatched the handgun from his belt and moved through the desolate corridors of the warehouse until the faint sound of Carlos's voice drifted from a nearby room. I opened the door with agonizing slowness to prevent any creak.
Carlos lunged to attack, but recoiled the second he recognized me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "It's me, Carlos," I whispered. "Let's get out of here."
His eyes shimmered with frantic concern. "Where's Julie?"
"I don't know," I replied with rising bitterness. "The Don played us."
