POV
The moment I arrived at Pedro’s warehouse, I knew things were bad. The scent of burnt wood and chemicals still lingered in the air, and the ground was covered in ashes.
The warehouse, once a thriving part of Pedro’s operations, was now nothing more than just a pile of blackened ruins.
But that wasn’t what made me stop in my tracks.
It was the line of armed men standing at the entrance, all of them pointing their guns at me.
Lucas tensed beside me, his hand moving toward the gun at his side. “This doesn’t look friendly, Don.”
I raised a hand, signaling for him to stay calm. Then, keeping my posture relaxed, I took a step forward.
“As the Kingpin,” I said, my voice even, “I demand to see Pedro.”
The men didn’t lower their weapons. For a few tense seconds, no one moved. Then, fina
