LUCA
The warehouse smelled like cement and metal, oil and sweat. I stood near the loading dock, arms crossed, watching the men unload crates from the truck.
Everything was running smoothly so far. No delays, no mistakes. Just how I wanted it. The men knew better than to make silly mistakes, especially when I was watching.
Marco stood beside me, hands in his pockets, watching the scene like he was waiting for something to go wrong.
He was always like that, never trusting anything to go as planned. I didn't blame him. These goods in particular were very illegal and very expensive.
Guns like these came into the market once in a blue moon. I expected I'd make a hundred million just from this batch.
"Make sure they get everything sorted fast," I said. "The businesses that al
