Alex didn’t bother to hit or stop the thugs. He wanted to trace them back to whoever had sent them—and just as he predicted, they led him straight there.
Inside an uncompleted building, the air was damp and heavy with dust. Mrs. Nile paced anxiously across the cracked floor, her heels clicking against the cement. A group of armed thugs lounged around, waiting. At her side stood Black, the leader of the crew.
“Where are your men? Why aren’t they back yet? They were supposed to return with the girl!” she snapped, her voice sharp with fear.
Black tried to steady her nerves. “Don’t worry, ma. They’ll be here soon—with the girl. You’ll see.”
Before he finished, a shadow staggered into view. It was Glazer, one of their strongest men. His body was drenched in blood. A sharp piece of car metal
