Adam's POV
My phone buzzed. Another call from a contact in the cartel. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to ease my tiredness.
There was always something urgent. Always someone wanting a piece of something they couldn't afford.
I wasn't in the mood to deal with any fights and money issues tonight. Not after today's bloody fight and everything that had already been spilled. But that's how it worked. You deal with the devil, you don't get to turn your back when he calls.
"Yeah?" I answered coldly, my eyes scanning the paperwork on the desk. I didn't even care what he was saying. I already knew the answer. More products. More deals. I'd send my guys to handle it.
That's when the knock came.
I frowned, my eyes snapping to the door. My men knew better. No one should be bo
