Freddy’s POV

I was sitting on a chair by the wall of the warehouse. It smelled like rust and old concrete, the air thick with dust and desperation. A perfect place for a final move.

I from were I was seated I watching as my men secured the three chairs in a neat row. The metal scraped loudly against the floor, the sound sharp against the silence.

Robert, Lola and Leonard.

Each of them sat bound, their hands tied behind their backs, their expressions ranging from fury to panic.

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