I slump into my chair, feeling sick. “Was this meeting Christmas Eve?”
“Yeah. How’d you know?”
“Because Kage showed up on my doorstep in the middle of the night with a bullet wound.”
Sloane’s eyes widen. “Oh s**t. Is he okay?”
“He’s fine. I stitched him up.”
She blinks. “You did what, now?”
I wave a hand in the air dismissively. “It’s easier than it sounds. Back to the meeting. What else happened?”
“So apparently, the Russians have been top dogs on the East Coast for decades now. Even with their leader Maxim in prison for the past few years, they’ve got the most powerful operation. All the other families have made agreements with them to get their goods through the ports—”
“Goods?”
“Contraband. Drugs.” She pauses for a moment. “Cargo.”
With a sick feeling in my stomach, I underst
