Chapter 179: Arriving at the Black Hollow Lead
(Samuel's POV)
The SUV rolled to a slow stop near an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by overgrown trees and cracked pavement. The place was quiet—too quiet—but that was expected. We weren't dealing with some ordinary location.
This was the first step toward Black Hollow Dungeon.
I reached into my coat pocket, pulling out a thick wad of cash, and tossed it into the front seat where Marco sat.
"Your payment, as promised."
Marco grabbed the cash without hesitation, flipping through it before tucking it away. He chuckled, giving me a knowing look.
"You two are something else," he said, lighting a cigarette. "Most people who hear about Black Hollow run the other way. But you? You're diving in like it's a damn holiday trip."
Henry smirked, opening the door and stepping out first.
"That's because we're not like most people."
I followed suit, stepping out and stretching my arms as the cold Eastern European air bit at my skin.
Marco leaned against the car, taking a long drag of his cigarette.