Lucas’s car screeched to a halt outside the abandoned warehouse, tires skidding against the cracked pavement.
The building loomed ahead, dark and ominous, with broken windows and rusted metal siding. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, the image of Colin’s terrified face seared into his mind.
Damien was at his side in an instant, gun drawn, eyes scanning the perimeter. "We go in quiet, take them down fast," he murmured.
Lucas nodded, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. "No mistakes. Colin comes out of here alive."
He wasn’t thinking about the risks. He wasn’t thinking about himself. Only his son.
The team moved in, shadows blending with the night, silent and precise. Lucas’s grip tightened around his gun as he crept forward, pressing his back against the cold metal of the side en
