The tension in the dimly lit warehouse was suffocating. The armed men fanned out, their cold stares fixed on Isabella and Victor. Time seemed to stretch as Isabella’s pulse thundered in her ears. The faint drip of water somewhere in the background only amplified the suffocating silence.
Victor’s hand hovered near his concealed weapon, his expression unreadable but calm—too calm. “You’ve made a mistake,” he said evenly, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.
The leader of the group, a tall man with a scar slicing across his jawline, smirked. “The mistake was yours,” he said. “Thinking you could sneak into Antonov’s territory without consequences.”
Victor’s eyes narrowed. “You’re overestimating your boss’s reach. This isn’t his city anymore.”
The man’s smirk faltered slightly, b
