Chapter 23: Chapter 23: The Devil Strikes Back
I should've known Kross wouldn't take the hit lying down.
It started with a call in the middle of the night. Leo answered first, and by the time he tossed the phone to me, his face was pale.
"It's Razor," he muttered. "It's bad."
I grabbed the phone. Razor's voice was hoarse, his breathing heavy. "That bastard hit my place."
My grip on the phone tightened. "Kross?"
"Yeah." A shaky inhale. "My men are dead, Damien. He didn't send his usual thugs—this was different. Precise. Like he knew everything about my setup."
I exhaled through my nose, pacing. "Are you hit?"
"Scraped, but I got out. Barely." A pause. "Kross left a message for you."
The hairs on my neck rose. "What message?"
Razor's voice turned ice cold. "Come see for yourself."
The warehouse was a massacre. Blood soaked the floors, bodies slumped over crates of what used to be Razor's supply. The air reeked of gunpowder and something worse—burnt flesh.
And then I saw it.
Scrawled across the back wall, in thick, dripping letters, was a message:
YOU STARTED THIS. I'LL FINISH IT.
Leo cursed under his breath, but I barely heard him. My jaw tightened as I traced the letters with my eyes. Kross wanted me angry. He wanted me reckless.
It almost worked.
Razor stood beside me, a cut bleeding down his temple. "I lost everything tonight." His voice was steady, but his fingers twitched at his sides. "What's your move?"
I let the silence stretch. Then, slowly, I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.
Kross thought he could scare me.
He thought wrong.
I turned to Razor. "We hit back."
A grin spread across his bruised face. "Now you're talking."
Leo shifted uneasily. "You sure? We don't know how deep Kross's reach goes."
I exhaled smoke, watching the embers flicker in the dark. "Then it's time we find out."