Dom POV
After I sent my home address to Massimo, the dealer confirmed it with him. The concierge called to confirm his entry. I authorized it and opened the garage door for him to enter. Arms trafficking makes as much money as the Mafia. His car was better than mine. He stopped the car inside the garage, I closed the gate and he got out of the car along with a young man.
“Nice to meet you, I'm Dom,” I said, holding out my hand to him.
“Nice to meet you too. I'm Cockroach, and that's my son Cobra,” he said, taking my hand.
We entered the house and went straight to the office. “Do you want a drink?” I asked.
“Ah hindi na,” Cockroach replied. “Ikaw ba, Cobra?”
“Sure,” he replied. I got him a whiskey and one for me.
“So, Cockroach, how is your business here in Brazil?”
“Malago ang nego
