The warehouse was silent.
Only the sound of rain hit the metal roof.
Liam sat on the cold floor, hands tied behind his back, head bleeding.
His shirt was torn, and his breath came slow.
Lucian walked in with steady steps.
The air around him changed.
Every man in the room stood straight.
He stopped in front of Liam and looked down at him.
“Wake him,” Lucian said.
Vince poured a bucket of water over Liam’s head.
He gasped, jerking awake, eyes blinking fast.
He coughed hard, water mixing with blood.
Lucian crouched, his tone calm.
“You look better now.”
Liam’s voice cracked. “What do you want?”
Lucian straightened. “What’s mine is mine. What’s yours is gone. You crossed a line, Liam Knight.”
Liam laughed weakly. “You think you own her?”
Lucian’s eyes stayed cold. “No. She bel
