LEO POV
"Move the f*****g crates, now!" I barked, my voice echoing hoarsely off the corrugated iron walls of the warehouse.
Rain slammed against the metal roof above like a relentless volley of bullets, doing nothing to drown out the chaos on the floor.
Men in dark tactical gear were scrambling, trying to clear the remaining debris and mop up the now sticky pooling blood before morning hit the docks.
I leaned against a stack of wooden pallets, my hand trembling slightly as I rubbed my face.
I felt internally exhausted, like f*****g bone deep tired, yet my exhaustion was nothing compared to the terror clawing deep in my gut.
How the hell was I going to tell Serge?The warehouse had been hit an hour ago.
An anonymous gang somehow managed to break past the perimeter, clean, quick,
