Luciana's POV
My brows shot up as the car rumbled into an abandoned factory. The buyer had insisted this was the spot for our transaction, and the desolate landscape, choked with rust and shadow, was a perfect place for a trap. We rolled to a stop and the driver killed the engine. Gael, riding shotgun, was out of the car in an instant, yanking the door open for me. As I stepped out, he slammed it shut behind me. I turned just in time to see the truck carrying our goods reverse into the clearing, its massive tires crushing gravel before it stopped a few feet away. I moved toward the buyer and his two men, Gael and the driver close behind me.
“I can’t believe you chose this place,” I said, my gaze sweeping over the decaying concrete and corroded steel.
A smirk stretched across the fat ma
