I was sick of this mess, sick that my own people were being used. Their lack of loyalty hurt, and hurt deeply, but there had to be a reason. These people had been with me for a long time. I hurried into the warehouse that was heavily protected by my men.
The smell of dirt, cement, and blood rushed to my senses, alerting me I was close.
“All but one won’t talk.” Niccola stepped out of my way as I raised the knife and slashed one man’s neck, clipping his artery. He was new and had already sidestepped on some of his duties, so he was on his way out anyway. Blood sprayed, and I felt some of it splash my face as I watched him drain white. I felt no empathy for him whatsoever.
The others who watched were like family, so I when I turned my attention to them and dabbed my face with my handkerch
