The dully light and even poorly ventilated warehouse smelled of metal, sweat, and secrecy... as it always did.

On the cracked concrete floor shadows of fingers stretched across it as Jared sat at the large wooden table, tapping his fingers time and time again without stopping against the wooden surface.

His eyes were blood red and all he could think about was getting revenge.

He had lost EVERYTHING, the wealth he'd been so proud to have made in his early tweenties, his status as someone with ...