Elijah Vega.
The last bus loaded with high performance bike materials pulls out of the distribution yard. It's headed for Russia. I mark it off the checklist pinned to the wall inside the cargo office, then crack my neck and stretch my shoulders.
That makes six left. But those won't move until tomorrow. The clients in Helsinki are notorious for late approvals, and Rodrigo still hasn’t sent confirmation from the investors. Typical. The man acts like I’m the one asking him for money. I tilt the cowboy hat lower over my brow and head back into the main warehouse, where the boys are strapping down bikes with local deliveries.
Rossetti Falls calls them Skull Riders. Local press makes them out to be thugs on wheels but they’re more than that. They are loyal to me, loyal to the family but tha
