Elian’s SUV screeched to a halt outside the abandoned warehouse. He didn’t even bother killing the engine before kicking the door open and storming out.
“Dex!” he roared, voice echoing across the empty lot. “Dex, you motherfucker!”
The two guards posted at the heavy steel door took one look at him and immediately stepped aside, smart men. They knew better than to stand in the way of Elian, especially when he looked like he’d just crawled straight out of a nightmare.
Elian shoved the door open with his shoulder and stepped inside. The stench of rust, and blood was the first thing that hit him. When his eyes finally focused, in the center of the dimly lit space, Dex stood like a king surveying his court.
His shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing a deliciously thick and veiny
