Sophia POV
They arrived at the warehouse in record time—with Salvatore radiating nervous energy the entire car ride.
“Are you going to tell me what the plan is, or are you just going to barge in there and demand that they reinstate the contracts?” Salvatore chuckled, as if the idea was ridiculous.
“I don’t have a plan yet,” Sophia shrugged as they walked up to the door.
“What?” Salvatore grated out.
“Relax. I’m an observer, Salvatore. "I live by the edge of my seat.” Sophia smirked. Salvatore looked as though he was about to cry, but before he could protest, Sophia knocked on the door and pushed it open, stepping inside.
A group of men sat on some crates, drinking, smoking, and laughing. When one of them noticed her, his mouth curled into a smirk.
“Well, well, what do we have here?
