Chapter 374

• Roman
• The moment I stepped into the warehouse, I could smell the oil, metal, and blood. The kind of stench that clings to your skin even after you’ve showered three times. My place. My rules. My war zone.
• I didn’t ask if the intruder was still alive. If they’d let him die, I’d kill them next. Luca met me halfway down the row of crates. “He’s breathing,” he said. “Barely. Tried to off himself. Didn’t get far.” Boris followed me almost everywhere, and Luca was another trusted person who oversaw my affairs in my warehouses.