Damien sat in the back of his black SUV, the city lights streaking past the tinted windows as they sped toward the old neighborhood. His phone was on speaker, connected to three different lines at once. The calm mask he wore for the world was still firmly in place, but his eyes were cold steel.
“Status,” he said into the phone, voice low and even.
A gravelly voice answered first, Reyes, his most trusted fixer. “We’re in position. Two hostiles confirmed in the kitchen are still there. Girl is still tied up in the living room. She looks scared but unharmed. They’re still arguing about the ransom amount, ten million, cash that they want to collect from you.”
Damien’s jaw flexed. “Good. Move on my word. I want Victor and Marcus taken quietly. No shots. No witnesses. Bring them to the wareho
