75

ALESSANDRO

“What the fuck happened here?”

Enzo’s and Luca’s grim expressions told me nothing good.

This warehouse should be filled with their shipment of guns and drugs. Yet, it was empty. It almost felt like déjà vu from that day when my location was hit. But my wife didn’t know about this shipment.

This shipment was meant to fool Calvino and Santos into thinking Dante was on their side, working with them.

And it was all gone, not a single product in sight. There was no time to arrange for a new one and there was never a plan to deliver a shipment of women.

We are fucked!“Goddamn boss of mine,” Enzo gritted, trying to maintain control. I offered to let him use my warehouse in Jersey, but he felt confident his boss hadn’t gotten wind of it. “Fucking greedy asshole.”

Santos ruled California, but barely. The only reason he maintained his position was thanks to Enzo, But those he had enough.

Now they worked for themselves. Their boss fucked them over enough.