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~Alex's POV
The warehouse was quiet. Too quiet. That was never a good sign.
I adjusted my gloves as Luca pulled up in front of the abandoned lot. The headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the rusted-out building where Lorenzo was hiding. The bastard probably thought he was safe. He had no idea what was coming for him.
Luca killed the engine and turned to me, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel. His expression was unreadable, but I knew him well enough to sense the hesitation beneath his calm exterior.
"You sure about this?" he asked, his voice low. "We could send in the guys first, flush him out."
I smirked, feeling the weight of my pistol pressing against my side. "Where's the fun in that?"
Luca exhaled sharply, shaking his head. He knew better than to argue. I wasn't the kind of man to sit back and let others do my dirty work. If I wanted something done, I did it myself.
