ADRIANO'S POV~
The stench of sweat, fear, and blood hung thick in the warehouse air. My boots echoed against the concrete ground as I walked toward the line of trembling men we’d hauled in, six of them, foreign bastards with hollow eyes and bloodied lips. My men had made sure they understood who they were dealing with.
They knelt in a line, wrists zip-tied, faces bruised, one of them spitting blood into the dirt at his feet. Salvatore stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching with that unreadable stare he wore when he was calculating who’d be the first to break.
I crouched in front of the first man, tilting his chin up with the barrel of my Glock.
"You’ve got one shot to make me not paint this floor with your brain. What were you smuggling and who the f**k is paying you?"
He didn’
