Chapter 99: Facing the Devil

The warehouse is vast, cold, and bathed in a pale, sickly light.

The smell of iron and dampness hangs in the air, mingling with the oppressive silence that weighs heavily in every corner of the room.

Alessandro walks ahead of me, his steps confident, unyielding. He hasn't let go of my hand since we left the car, as if he's afraid I might change my mind.

But I'm here.

And I'm not afraid.

Not this time.

My husband's men are stationed around the large metal door. Some are talking in low voices, others are checking their weapons, but all stiffen slightly as we approach.

They know.

Lorenzo is here.

Alessandro stops in front of a reinforced door and exchanges a glance with one of his men.

"Open it."

The man nods and taps a code into a security keypad.

A beep sounds.

Then the door slowly opens with a metallic groan.

I hold my breath.