Chapter 12
The warehouse echoed with silence. If Mars wasn’t used to such locales, he’d be freaked out but these places were his and the MC’s bread and butter.
No deals concerning his guys ever went down in shiny skyscrapers with men sporting thousand dollar suits. And hell, if they did, they concerned high level mafia, and Mars knew to back the f**k away from those dipshits.
This place was a perfect set up. In the middle of nowhere, with the nearest police precinct a good thirty miles away, the only creatures interested in the warehouse’s inhabitants were the rats scurrying around trying to get out from underfoot. His bear heard them, sensed their presence, and though they riled him, they were easy to dismiss as unimportant, especially when the biggest prey in the warehouse was dead ah
