Chapter 59
The night was eerily silent as Kevin and his men stood outside the rusted metal doors of the drug factory.
The air was thick with the acrid scent of chemicals, a sickly-sweet smell that reeked of illicit production.
Kevin cracked his knuckles, rolling his shoulders as he turned to his crew.
"No hesitation. No mercy. We go in, we clean house, and we burn this place down. Got it?" His voice was low, but it carried an edge sharp enough to cut steel.
His men 10 in total grinned in response.
Jax, the tallest and most imposing of the group, rolled his neck. "Been waiting to crack some skulls."
Vince, the wiry and cynical one, checked his pistol. "No fuck-ups this time. We take them out before they even know what hit 'em."
Milo, the youngest but possibly the most sadistic, grinned.
Kevin ignored the chatter. He raised his hand, signaling for silence. "Positions. We go in fast and hard. Guns first, fists second."
