HENRY POV
The smell of cheap booze and sweat hung thick in the air, and the flickering neon lights did little to chase away the filth that seemed to seep into every corner of this godforsaken place. I clenched my fists at my sides, struggling to keep the bile rising in my throat at bay. This wasn’t where we needed to be. Every second we wasted here felt like a betrayal of Maria. She was out there, somewhere, and every fiber of my being screamed that I needed to find her.
Hunter’s voice cut through the haze like a blade.
“That’s him,” he muttered, his jaw tight as his eyes locked onto the man getting out of the VIP section.
“Caputo’s head boss,” Hunter added, his voice low but deadly.
The man was a walking contradiction of expectation. He was decked out in a sleek black suit that m
