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The warehouse air was thick with the scent of rust and dried blood. Overhead, fluorescent lights flickered and buzzed a tired hum. Chris Grey stood in the center of the empty space, wrists bound above his head, a fresh bruise darkening along his jawline. Somewhere in the surrounding shadows, his captors chuckled. But his eyes weren't on them. They were locked on the heavy door, waiting. A slow, perilous smile touched his lips. He had known you would come. "Took you long enough, baby," he murmured, his voice sandpaper-rough. "Now show these bastards what happens when they lay a hand on what belongs to you."