#Chapter 94: Blood On The Asphalt

Dominic POV The warehouse loomed ahead like a rotting carcass, its rust-stained walls and shattered windows a perfect setting for a back-alley deal. Dominic guided their black SUV down the cracked asphalt road, the tires crunching over broken pieces of rubble as they went. This wasn’t just a neutral meeting ground, this was an execution site. One that Alek had so conveniently chosen for their, what would hopefully be, their final showdown. Dominic kept one hand on the wheel while his eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of movement. So far, nothing but the quiet hum of the car and the distant view of the city beyond was visible. Romero sat in the passenger seat, his jaw clenched tight. In the back, Marco was silent, one hand resting casually on his thigh, the other never far from the Glock holstered at his side. Dominic didn’t need to look at either of them to feel the tension. It was thick enough to choke on. According to Alek, Gianna hadn’t lived up to his expect