Adrian and his men stood over the bodies of the Bianchi impostors; he was still holding onto his gun. The scent of blood and gunpowder was still in the air in the shipment yard. This attack on his shipment was a direct provocation. He wasn’t going to go back and then plan his retaliation; he was going to hit them that night, and the next day he would kill the Bianchis.
They wanted war. They had better be ready for him.
As soon as his men secured the cargo and everything was in place, he addressed his men.
“The Bianchi family sent their men to hijack our f*****g shipment.” He looked at them with blood in his eyes and then continued. “They are not expecting us to hit back because this was supposed to happen without us knowing.”
“Therefore, we hit them tonight. We burn everything they own
