Chapter One Hundred and Twenty - The Fire Line

( Luca's POV )

The warehouse still smelled like blood.

Even hours after the last gunshot, the air clung heavy with the metallic tang of it. Luca stood in the center of the ruined floor, boots soaking up the red tide, eyes fixed on Hale’s lifeless body.

The bastard had died smiling. That was what b...

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