Luciana's POV

The driver pulled the car up in front of an incomplete building, the structure looming ominously against the gray sky. This was the address Mr. Toreto had sent me. Without waiting for the driver to open the door, I shoved it open and stepped out, an eerie feeling settling in my gut as I stared at the building, curiosity gnawing at me.

Why would Mr. Toreto ask me to meet him in a place like this? What could he possibly want to tell me that warranted such a location?

The driver ...