Alessio's Pov
The warehouse reeked of dust, coil, blood too, maybe. The kind of place which was forbidden to people who didn't deal with guns. I stepped out of the SUV, the gravel stones crunching beneath my boots. I looked around taking in the view.
No signs of life, except the figure leaning against the barrel near the far end of the building. Pablo.His arms were crossed, his body relaxed. That alone made my skin itch.
I didn’t say anything at first. Just walked. Each step echoing as I moved. Two of my men Carlo and Ricci stood beside me. The tension between all could’ve cracked a concrete wall.
“You picked a hell of a place for a meeting,” I muttered when I got close enough to see the sweat on Pablo’s brow.
He smirked, his eyes hidden behind those damn mirrored shades. “You’re
