*Salvatore*

I scrubbed my sweaty palms down my pants and took a deep breath. Lorenz had called me and said we needed to meet. Nothing good ever came of meeting with the boss. I’d learned that the fucking hard way. Worse, he had a hardline no-weapons policy for these meets.

Now I sat in my crappy car, staring at a warehouse I could barely see because of the broken streetlight in front of the door.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

I ...