Chapter 95 Boss Anger
Liam grabbed the M4 from the trunk. He didn’t want to waste any bullets, so it was the only weapon he took with him. Maybe, just maybe, if he returned half of Lilith’s ammo, she might give him a little refund or at least not glare at him like she wanted to skin him alive. He looked at the digital clock on the car dashboard. 1:08 AM. It was late, even by his standards.
The night was silent, except for the distant crackle of fire. As Liam approached the warehouse, the heat from the explosion still radiated in the air. Flames danced across the mangled bodies, turning them into charred figures. Some were barely alive, writhing and screaming faintly as fire consumed their flesh.
Liam raised the M4, his finger tight on the trigger. He gave them a quick death—clean shots to the head. He didn’t like the agony that came with burning alive. No one deserved that. Not even these bastards. Mercy through the barrel.
Pushing the door open, he stepped into the warehouse. It smelled of smoke, sweat, chemicals, and blood. Inside, the place was no different from the others. Large wooden tables lined up in rows, each packed with cocaine, bags, and scales. Men had died mid-work, some slumped over the tables, others crumpled on the floor.
But it wasn’t the drugs that caught his attention. It was the fifteen girls tied up together in the corner, duct tape over their mouths, fear in their eyes. They stared at him like he was death walking. Liam crouched, pulling a knife from his boot. One by one, he sliced their bindings free, moving with calm precision. When the last one was free, he pulled the tape off their mouths.
"Get out of here," Liam said, his voice altered into a thick rasp. "Go find help."
Most of the girls didn’t move at first, still in shock. But then one of them, a brunette with tear-streaked cheeks, suddenly lunged forward and hugged him.
"Thank you," she whispered, clutching him tight. "Thank you so much. You saved us."
Others murmured the same, nodding and crying, but keeping their distance. They had gone through hell, and now they were free.
Liam sighed, gently prying her arms off. "Alright, that’s enough. You’ll kill me with the hugging."
He stood up, reloading his M4 with practiced ease, then walked out of the warehouse. The smoke followed him like a shadow, rising into the night sky. He was done here. The fourth warehouse destroyed. Four out of four. But as he stood in the open night, a question hung heavy in his mind. Should he return Lilith’s car and weapons now? Or should he just head home?