Xavier's POV
I was grinning like a damn idiot by the time I made it back to the others.
Poison stumbled beside me, his hands cuffed behind his back while I practically dragged his ass across the auto body shop yard.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I had something. An actual lead, a real person that will feel my wrath for all the tress of the last weeks.
The moment we stepped into the main yard, my smile faded because the place looked like a war zone... Broken glass littered the ground, spent shell casings were everywhere, several vehicles were riddled with bullet holes, blood stained the concrete and bodies were scattered across the compound.
Most of the men had taken rounds to the shoulders, thighs, or legs and a few weren't moving at all.
Paramedics moved between them while officers secured the area and the sight immediately reminded me of something... Patrick.
