Alessandro's POV.
I glanced around, watching another set of people packing my drugs. Three groups of workers came at three different times of the day.
The first group consisted of women who weren’t forced but volunteered for the job. The second group was not children, but weaker men. I had never involved children or teenagers in my dealings. I refused to let any child live the terrifying life I did.
The third group was my most trusted men. They took over the night shifts due to previous attacks. The others were too vulnerable for the night.
"Keep moving or get a bullet in your head!" I snapped, slamming my hand on the table in front of me.
I wasn’t joking. They knew better than to take my words lightly.
"You all have less work than the others in over fifty warehouses across the state
