In a shabby room, Nick walked down a hallway with a look of disgust. His steps were firm yet elegant, his hair fell to his shoulders, and his blue eyes showed nothing but an abyss of rage. He opened a door: inside, two wounded men—one shot in the back and the other in the leg—were being treated by a woman in her fifties.

—Boss.

—What the hell happened?

—Boss, Samuel and Jack are dead. We had Bastien at gunpoint. You said to scare him, we were just going to rough him up, but…

—BUT WHAT?!

—That w