Andrew’s POV

The rain stung my eyes as we piled out of Boris’s car, the old factory on the east side looming like a ghost in the dark. Its rusted walls and broken windows screamed trouble, but we were here for Victor, Emilie’s dad, the man whose debts had dragged us all into this mess.

Milo stood beside me, his gun ready, his face hard as stone. Emilie was between us, her jacket was soaked, her eyes wide with fear but determined.

Irina was in the trunk, tied up, her betrayal still ...