Chapter 10

Ramon POV

The drive to the warehouse took forty minutes through the industrial district, past abandoned factories and empty lots that served as perfect locations for activities that required privacy. My driver, Marcus—a loyal beta who’d been with my family for over a decade—knew better than to ask questions when I gave him addresses like this one.

The warehouse sat at the end of a dead-end street, its windows boarded up and walls covered in graffiti. To anyone passing by, it looked like just another casualty of economic decline. In reality, it was one of several properties I maintained for situations that required a more... hands-on approach to problem-solving.

Two of my security team members flanked the entrance, nodding respectfully as I approached. The heavy metal door opened with a screech of rusted hinges, and I stepped into the dim interior.

The smell hit me first—blood, sweat, and the acrid scent of fear. Industrial lights hung from the ceiling,