ROMAN'S P.O.V
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, speeding off to the meth lab.
My nose flared. I would have still been in Ohio if it weren't for fúcking Declan. Now I have to deal with him while Callie remains gone. Once I get my hand on the slimy bastard, I'll make him pay for every second I'm wasting not searching for my wife.
I came to a halt when I reached the lab; it was located at the edge of the industrial district; from a distance, it looked like nothing more than a forgotten rusty warehouse, but it was more. The outside was kept this way on purpose; the inside, however, was a fortress.
Lucas was outside, his arms folded, headphones in. The moment he saw me climb down my car, he yanked them away and jogged over.
I had him come over here since I needed his skills for ou
