The warehouse buzzed with tension, the air thick with the scent of oil and metal. Lucas stood in the center of the room, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. He felt the weight of everything pressing down on him—the break-in, the chaos in his home, and the constant threat to his daughter. He needed to release it somehow.
Before him knelt Marco, a small-time dealer who owed him money. Sweat trickled down Marco’s forehead, and his hands shook as he tried to avoid Lucas’s steely gaze.
“Where’s the money?” Lucas demanded, his voice low and threatening.
Marco swallowed hard, his eyes flicking nervously around the room. “I—I swear, Lucas, I’m working on it. Just give me a little more time.”
Lucas took a step closer, leaning down to match Marco’s level. “Time? You think I have time to wa
