Chapter Six-Nico

“What do we fucking know about this?” I bark.

“Warehouse is gone. Staz, the night guard, saw them creeping around with Molotov cocktails and called it in after he got to safety,” Luc answers first.

“And?”

“And Sanchez fucking junior doesn’t care what was mapped out with his father. He’s claiming this is his turf,” Angel explains.

Pure rage leaks into my vision. This fucking punk.

I look at the footage of what’s left of one of my warehouses and I fume. This prick set fire to it.

He’s lucky no one was injured. Lucky it was empty. But that’s not the fucking point.

“Want us to hit him back?” Angel asks.

My gaze flicks to Luc who’s still studying the footage. He is frowning, and I wait for him to speak.

Angel is my muscle guy. My cousin. My best friend. And Luc. Luc is my Council. Looking at him, you wouldn’t think he graduated from Princeton Law.