Roman
I look around the abandoned factory we sometimes use when setting up the deals, and curse. Three dead bodies lay sprawled on the floor, each one sporting a big red dot in the center of the forehead.
“What the f**k, Sergei?” I bark.
“They brought spoiled goods. What did you expect me to do?”
“To send them away, not kill them all. Damn it.” I turn to Dimitri and Pavel who are checking the crates on the floor. “Get their car inside. Burn everything.”
“The product as well?”
“Everything.” I roll over to one of the dead guys and have a look at his face. “Mendoza’s?” I ask and look at Sergei.
“No. Rivera’s but working on their own. Probably stealing the product from Rivera, mixing it, and offering under the table.”
“We don’t work with rogues, you know that.”
“I was curious
