Chapter 182 : Trojan Horse

Jaxon

I couldn't fucking believe the operation had gone sideways so quickly. When I arrived at the warehouse, half of my guys were gone. The other half stood around, looking confused. I had left a relaxing dinner at home with my wife to deal with this shit, I thought. What exactly was happening?

"Boss, we got a problem," Max told me, and I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration, "They're holding five of our guys hostage in the Amsterdam hotel. They got the drop on us, and I don't know how it happened."

This was not good news, to say the least. I couldn't leave my guys alone for five minutes without the Frankie brothers ruining my day. I was well and truly tired of this shit.

"What about the drugs?" I asked him with a sigh. "Did you guys at least get the shipment before half of you got captured?"

I could tell by the look on Max's face that they hadn't. Un-fucking-belivable. This operation was a nonstop shit show already, and it had only just started.