Michael's POV
I woke up to darkness and pain. My head felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to it—repeatedly. The floor beneath me was cold concrete, sending chills through my body as I tried to move. Every muscle screamed in protest.
Where the hell was I?
As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I made out the bare bones of what could only be a cell. A small cot with a thin mattress. A metal sink in the corner. A door with no handle on my side.
Perfect.
I touched the back of my neck, wincing as my fingers found a small puncture wound. The memory flooded back—the warehouse, the blinding flash, Commission agents swarming in from every direction.
"Son of a b***h," I muttered, forcing myself to sit up against the wall.
The explosion hadn't been meant to kill us. It was a flash-bang,
