ZANE
Rafael looked like he hadn't slept in days when I walked into the warehouse. He looks like s**t. He was sitting on the edge of an overturned crate with his arms crossed and his eyes sharp. His jaw twitched as I closed the door behind me.
“This is a bad idea,” he muttered without greeting me. “I don’t even know why you think this is something that you need to do.”
I stepped further into the room, my boots scuffing the concrete, the smell of oil and dust clinging to the air. “Since this whole mess started, Armando and his father have always been one step ahead of us,” I replied, ignoring his statement about it being a bad idea. “This is the only way that we can at least catch up. And maybe even beat them at their own game.”
His face hardened. “And what now?” You think Dominic and D
