#Chapter 110

Warren

"He's inside sir," Tristan informs me.

Opening the door to the warehouse I step inside and find the culprit tied to a chair. His dark eyes find me immediately and a smirk itches his lips.

My fingers curl into fists but I inhale a deep breath. Extending a chair in front of him I sit down and get rid of my jacket.

"You gave me a long run." I fold my sleeves up to my elbows and lean forward on my knees.

"You can kill me." Victor, the thief, gruffs out in a nonchalant tone.

"I will." I know fear well enough to detect it. And the...