Axel's bike roared across the empty road, its engine echoing through the wilderness as he sped toward the location etched into his memory. The address given to him by the gangsters Dessie once hired had sounded like nothing special at first—but the moment he reached it, he knew there was more than met the eye.
The "house" was in the middle of nowhere. Secluded didn't even begin to describe it—no neighbors, no cameras, no curious passersby. Just a lonely structure sitting on a vast, fenced-off expanse of land. But Axel wasn't fooled. His eyes scanned the surroundings sharply. The small cottage at the center of the massive property couldn't possibly accommodate an entire criminal organization.
Which means… the real action is underground.
