Chapter 43: Abandoned Bunker

JULIAN’S POV

This wasn’t my favorite part of my job. The nitty gritty horrible side where I had to be the ruthless d*ck. I rolled up the sleeves of my black silk shirt and kept my gaze on the made-guy sitting in my chair. Wasn’t my guy, what did I f*cking care, but he was someone’s husband, someone’s father, and someone’s son. The only way this was f*cking permitted was if someone did some real bad sh*t, and his boss had touched something that was mine.

“We couldn’t get his boss, Don Julian.” Nathaniel stood behind me at the door of the bunker, letting his voice echo out around us along with the whimpering guy in the chair. F*cking p*ssy.

“Who’s this guy?” I gestured towards the scared as sh*t man in the seat who was probably p*ssing himself right now and soiling my d*mn concrete floor.

“His underboss,” Nathaniel easily answered.