"Get him out of my sight," Grayson said. His voice wasn’t loud, it was worse. It was hollow, stripped of any heat, a finality that made the traitor’s blood run cold.
"Grayson, please! I had debts, they threatened my family—Grayson!" The security lead’s voice cracked into a frantic wail as two of Grayson’s men hauled him upward. His heels dragged against the concrete, the screeching sound echoing through the rafters.
Grayson didn't even blink. He didn't offer the mercy of an explanation or a second glance. To him, the man was already a ghost. He turned his back on the begging, his focus already shifting toward the heavy iron doors as a pair of black SUVs pulled into the bay, their headlights cutting through the gloom.
A team of men stepped out, carrying several heavy, reinforced trunks a
