“Welcome boss” Jaxon's right hand man said to him as he walked into his warehouse.

“Where's the bastard?” Jaxon asked as he collected a gun from Trent. His right hand man.

Trent handed Jaxon the gun with a stoic expression.

"He's in the holding room, boss," he informed, pointing towards a heavy, metal door at the far end of the warehouse. "Two men are guarding him."

Jaxon nodded, his grip tightening around the gun. "Good," he growled, a dangerous glint in his eye. "I've waited a long time for this.

"Let's go," he ordered, his shoes thudding against the concrete floor as he stalked towards the door.

"I want to...