“EVERYTHING WAS IN PLACE,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I double-checked every last detail for you fuckers. I supervised every single step. I all but handed the shipment to you in a box wrapped with a f*****g bow. So where the f**k did I lose you?”
I’m tempted to pull out my gun and shoot the man on one knee in front of me. He averts his eyes, keeping his gaze downcast on the ground. I sent ten men to China with a plane with a plane filled with a two-month supply of drugs and expensive weapons. Only one of them came back.
“We were about to take off when it all went wrong,” Lorenzo says shakily. “They barged inside and started shooting up the inside of the plane. Everyone was dead in a manner of minutes.”
“And how, pray tell, did you f*****g survive?” I question, feeling a mus
