Adrian's knuckles were bloodied.
The warehouse stank of gunpowder, rust, and sweat. The last man he interrogated lay slumped in a chair, unconscious or dead.....he didn’t care which. His heart thundered in his chest, rage a storm inside him. The walls of everything he believed were crumbling.
“Say it again,” Adrian barked at the trembling man tied in front of him, his voice a razor.
"I-I swear, Boss… it wasn't supposed to go down like that," the informant cried. "They gave you the wrong name. The hit on Valentina’s father...."
Adrian smashed his fist into the wall beside the man’s head. “The wrong name?” His voice cracked with fury. “You mean I murdered an innocent man....her father based on a f***ing typo?"
Silence.
The man whimpered, nodding.
Adrian turned away, swallowing bile. T
