Yanex
“We’ve got him.” One of the men that Lombardi sent with me announced. I walked until I met him standing above the coward of my father, who was lying on the floor, blood trickling down his head. I raised my head to look at him with a raised brow.
“I might have hit him harder than anticipated. He is alive. Just unconscious.” He replied, shrugging his shoulders.
I shook my head in disbelief. “Haul him to the SUV with the others.” I instructed while I housed my gun in the holster.
He nodded, bending down, grabbing my father’s arms, and pulling him out of the warehouse. I turned around toward my next mission, which was to find my woman. I walked around kicking doors open, trying to find her. The only door I failed to open was right before me, where my father was lying before being
