Slag Row and Elmwood Drive intersection.
Marcus Vale and Dominic led dozens to a warehouse door.
“Open it,” Dominic called to the men behind.
“Wait.” Marcus thought long, waved stop. “Victor’s reckless—force it risks unnecessary trouble. Dominic—call department…”
Dominic understood, stepped aside phone. Others sealed warehouse tight.
Victor no fool—he watched outside, soon spotted Marcus group.
Inside.
Friend hiding them panicked at Victor. “They’re here—what now?”
Rundown wood bed—Sebastian clutched abdomen, forced sit straight, pale at Victor. “Brother—you helped enough. I… like this—no drag you… protect Vivian and mom. I go out self.”
“All this step—you fart what?” Victor irritated curse. “Stay quiet—I go out play with Marcus.”
“Victor!” Sebastian tears roar. “Owe you too much
