LIAM
It's eerie, silent, and pitch black when I turn to the alleyway. My boots scruff on the hard ground as I walk straight into the darkness.
After not hearing from my men for two hours about the shipment that was supposed to be transported out of the island, I had to come and see what was going on.
The metallic smell hit my nostrils first, followed by four other unfamiliar scents.
Wolves.
They are not mine; without missing a step, I know I am being ambushed.
Two of them close in on me in front of me, two at the back.
"Are you lost?" I ask them, as I stop and look around the top of the buildings. This is my city, my island so I know every inch of it.
"Killian sends his condolences," one of them responds.
"Who died?" I dig around my leather jacket for a cigarette and a lighter.
"You did. The boss doesn't take no for an answer."
Fucking human mafia. I chuckle darkly as I light my cigarette.
