ADAM’S POV
The warehouse was dark and cold the air heavy with the scent of oil and rust. I adjusted my grip on my gun scanning the shadows. I had never trusted Axel but I needed answers. Tonight I decided I would finally get them
No, I wasn’t going to kill my own brother tonight.
Footsteps echoed through the empty space and Axel stepped out of the shadows a smirk playing on his lips. He looked relaxed too relaxed for my liking.
“Hello brother.” Axel said his grin wide. “You actually came. I wasn’t sure if you had the guts.”
“What do you want Axel?” I shot back, my tone icy. “Enough with the games.”
Axel leaned casually against a metal pillar his posture exuding confidence. “Straight to business. I like that. Here’s the deal Adam. I’m taking over the Toskalovian mafia. Alessandro’s ti
