Rodrigo's POV
My footsteps echoed in the somewhat empty warehouse as I made my way through the entrances. The inside was dimly lit, and a thick, musty smell wafted into my nostrils.
There, he was seated in the middle, tied to his chair. His white shirt was now soaked with crimson, and a bag covered his face. I'm sure by now, my men had beaten the daylights out of him.
The only reason he was still alive was because they received the order to have him executed from me. “What do we have here?” My voice rang, making the two men by his side straighten their posture.
“He was spying on us,” Anthonio reported, his tone guarded. “Bruno and Rowan found him around the perimeter of the facility,” he explained further.
As if on cue, Bruno stepped forward with an old-looking bag clutched within hi
