Xander’s POV
I walked into one of our safe houses, Joud and Hector behind me. I’d rather be with Soraya right now but I had business to handle.
“Our guys finally caught up with him in Libya, he sold half of the merch there and kept the money for himself, he says he won’t tell us where the rest is because it’s his insurance.” Joud explained.
“But that’s not the only issue Xander, he is working with the Italians. He has been feeding them information about our deals, they blew up two of our workshops, we lost a lot of merch.” Hector added on.
We walked into a workshop, a man was sitting on a chair in the middle of the warehouse entrance hall with a black hood over his head. Four of my men were standing around him.
“Good job guys, Joud nodded his head at them.
“Leave us.” I ordered.
