UNKNOWN WAREHOUSE
Several young men were busy hauling boxes and organizing them when the sound of approaching footsteps reached their ears. Instantly alert, they each moved toward their designated hiding spots, weapons concealed on their bodies. But as they turned, guns raised and ready, their arms quickly lowered when they saw who had entered.
"Boss," they greeted at once, their voices filled with respect and fear.
The man took slow, deliberate steps, his eyes scanning the room with a smug expression. He approached a nearby gun, picked it up, and examined it. After blowing a cold breath across the barrel, he chuckled.
"Who handled the job with the kid Emilio?" he asked, his voice calm but dangerous. Three men hesitantly raised their hands. The boss settled into a chair, crossing his l
