Chapter 151- Running out of time

Voss's warehouse loomed before them, dark, but the panic running through Stephen's veins had little to do with the shadows. Everything to do with the fact that from every direction, they'd just become targets. Voss. Michael. And now, the cops.

Two days," Victor growled, pacing like a caged animal. "Voss gave us two days to turn over something we don't even have. What are we supposed to do? Pull the drugs out of thin air?

Stephen said nothing. His mind was racing in a circle, pinging from one idea to the next, trying to find some way out. He hadn't slept since the docks, and it was seeping into his bones. But there was no time for rest now.

Enoch had sat hunched against the wall, knees pulled to his chest. His fingers tapped nervously against the concrete, eyes darting from Victor to Stephen, barely holding it together. "We should've never trusted Michael. He's playing us. Voss is going to kill us, and Michael—he'll watch it happen."

Victor slammed his fist onto the nearest crate, the
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