CHAPTER 66
Damien’s POV
The second man was bent over on the floor, sobbing quietly as he cradled his broken fingers. I expected the muscular man to make a move as we passed by him, but he stood still like a statue, moving only his eyes.
We were led to a back office where a scruffy-looking man was sitting relaxed in a chair with his legs casually crossed on the table in front of him. The whole office was a mess, littered with papers, fast-food wrappers, and grimy auto parts. My eyes caught sight of a faded pink bra hanging off a small cabinet in one corner.
He'd been on a call as we were approaching. Seeing us, his smile disappeared immediately, replaced by an unpleasant frown. He threw his legs down and shot to his feet.
“Who the f**k are you?” he bellowed. Two of his teeth were missi
