They Broke Our Girl

NOAH POV

I unload the gun in my hands, and we're finally face to face with the motherfucker who works for the Corelia's.

They have refused to provide us with information, but we're so close to finding our doll.

The Corelia's have run out of business, within and outside their territory.

They're finished.

My men are searching every damn place in Cordoba and invading every damn warehouse; we're running out of options.

"Sir, you have to see this!" one of my men called.

I walk inside where we are at this moment.

We're in Cordoba, and we're close, very close.

Upon entering, I see Raymond walking like a caged lion, pulling his hair hard.

Oscar keeps his eyes fixed on one bag on the coffee tables, stained with blood and draining across it.

"They left this on the outskirts of one of our clubs here in Cordoba," Philip reports.

A chill runs down my body because I know what I'll find in the bag.

The stench confirms it - it's a body part.

The question is, whose? Michael or Penny?

I don't