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The warehouse stank of rust and old blood. Flickering fluorescent lights hummed overhead as Chris Grey stood in the center, hands bound above him, a bruise blooming on his jaw. His captors laughed somewhere in the shadows. But his eyes weren't on them. They were fixed on the door, waiting. A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips. He knew you'd come. "Took you long enough, baby," he murmured, voice rough. "Now show these bastards what happens when they touch what's yours."