Adrian's POV
Marco's words slammed into me like a freight train. "We found her."
My blood ignited into pure fire.
I jammed the knife deeper into Alex's throat, slicing just enough to make a thin trickle of blood run down his neck.
"This conversation isn't over, you lying piece of s**t," I snarled right in his face.
"We'll pick it up later and make you regret every breath."
Then I hurled him to the filthy floor like the garbage he was and bolted out the door without looking back, my heart pounding hard against my ribs.
Tires screamed as I floored the gas toward the coordinates Marco had texted a rundown warehouse squatting in the worst industrial wasteland of the city.
The kind of godforsaken dump overrun by massive rats, strung-out junkies, and pools of oily sludge that could
