NALEDI’S POV
Draken left the door open, holding a phone to his ear as he spoke animatedly.
“What do you mean it’s gone?” He growled, limping as he went.
Silence.
I could hear the faint sound of someone talking on the phone.
“I don’t care who took the darned thing, I want you to send everything to your arsenal and ensure that you recover the darned goods! I don’t want excuses, I fucking want results or your head would be breakfast tomorrow!”
I put on a concerned expression as he dropped the phone. “What’s wrong?”
“The fucking nerve of that bastard! He took the fucking shipment! I am going to kill him as soon as I get my hands on him.” He seethed and I followed him inside, not failing to close the door behind me.
“What shipment are you talking about? And who dares to take what belongs to you?” I said, feigning anger. “If you need a job done, I am more than willing to hit the roads right now.”