The drive to the warehouse was tense, the air in the car thick with unspoken words. Damien sat in the backseat, his posture rigid, his jaw clenched. Victor sat beside him, silently scrolling through security feeds on his tablet. The faint glow of the screen illuminated his grim expression.
“You know this is a trap,” Victor said finally, breaking the silence. “Antonov wants you there. He’s not just looking to send a message—he’s looking to end this, for once and for all.”
Damien’s eyes didn’t waver from the road ahead. “Then let him try,” he said coldly. “I’m done playing defense.”
Victor sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “You’re walking into his territory with no backup. This isn’t like you, Damien. It’s reckless.”
“It’s necessary,” Damien replied sharply. “He’s escalated, and no
