Roman
T ony groans as he rubs the side of his neck. It’s 7 a.m. and we’re walking into his house.
“You still haven’t told me why you wanted to come here first,” he mutters.
I shrug. We spent last night overseeing a weapons and drug shipment and ensuring that everything was loaded and accounted for. It isn’t typical hands-on work, but considering the Russos’ behavior, I wasn’t taking any chances. If they hijacked those weapons, we’d lose our biggest client in China, which would be unacceptable. I even sent some capos along with the shipment to guard it all the way to China. That’s how f*****g important this is. It’s my first big job since I took over as Don. Which means everyone’s watching to see how it’ll go.
Tony and I left thirty minutes before the plane took off, after we were sure
