Dante’s POV
Trust was a currency more dangerous than blood in this business. And right now, I was running short on both.
I stared at the burner phone in my hand, the screen still lit from the last call. The guy on the other end had sounded too sure of himself. He promised the new route was safe, hidden behind fake businesses and paid-off border guards.
“Nothing will go wrong this time, Signor Romano,” he’d said.
I believed him.
But I wasn’t f*****g stupid.
Last time, I trusted the wrong man and lost an entire shipment. That cost me more than money. It cost me power. It made me look weak. I wouldn’t survive another mistake like that.
So I set up a test run. An empty truck. An unmarked driver. I kept everything secret, no records, no paperwork.
Three hours later, I got a call that th
