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As I pull up, it doesn’t look like anyone is inside. It appears to be abandoned.
But I imagine this is exactly the idea Lorenzo is going for, and since I know Lorenzo, I also know there are snipers on the roof. He doesn’t fuck around. Not when it comes to the safety of him and his men.
I’m not involved in this part of the business.
The guys gave me a way out. They texted, saying they could do this without me. That it’s nothing they haven’t done before.
In the past, I probably would have agreed to that offer. But after what happened to Ivy and now Payton, hell yeah, I’m all in.
I make fantastic money, and this violence comes with the territory. It’s why I pay a shit ton for my security system and the security team Jax recommended. But despite all of that, I’m not okay with any of the women in my life involved with this shit.
I trust Cyrus to take care of Ivy and even my mother.
But Payton? She’s mine to care for.
And I failed.
It won’t happen again.
Ever.
Throwing my car in park, I step outside. It’s cold and dark out. The perfect setting for what we’re doing. I stroll up to the building. The door is shut, but I know before I turn the handle that it’ll unlock for me.
Someone is always watching the cameras hidden around the property. Lorenzo is too careful not to take every precaution. Dozens of his men guard the building in addition to the technological security measures, probably put in place by Jax.
So, I’m not too worried about our safety as I swing the door open and walk inside. It slams shut behind me, and I find it exactly how I thought it would be.
Unlocked and heavy as shit.
I can only imagine this warehouse stores Tobias’s drugs, and now it holds one more thing.
Our enemy.
I’m taken aback by what I see when I walk farther into the warehouse. But then I straighten my back and let the bile settle.
It seems the men were already having a bit of fun before I arrived.
Paul is naked, other than welts and bruises.
His arms are locked behind his back and tied behind the chair. He took a beating before I came. Blood is caked all over his body, some fresh and some dried. It looks like a combination of fists and knives. Then cuts meant to extend his torture as long as possible.
Cliché again, but I guess this is what happens in the underworld.
I would have settled for blackmail.
Nudity?
Not my cup of tea, unless it’s Payton, and we’re both about to reach an orgasm or ten . . .
But I’m sure it’s needed here.
Lorenzo doesn’t do anything without a reason.
Entertainment is a reason.
He’s a sick bastard like that.
But this time, there’s a reason for his cruelty.
