Lucian's POV
The tires of my car screeched to a violent halt outside the new warehouse. I threw the door open and stormed into the building, but the exact millisecond I stepped through the entrance, my eyes widened in absolute shock.
The entire place had been completely obliterated. Metal shelves were ripped from the walls, crates were smashed to splinters, and glass littered every single inch of the concrete floor.
"We got completely robbed, Lucian," Ragnar said, stepping out from the wreckage, his face pale and tight with tension.
"How the hell is this even possible?!" I roared, my voice echoing angrily off the metal beams. "Aren't there supposed to be armed men strictly assigned to watch over this place?!"
Boca walked up from the shadows, his expression grim. "Our men got brutally attacked, Lucian. It was an ambush. Daniel already rushed them to the hospital before you arrived."
