Leone
“I want you to take the shipment. I’ll make sure Mikhail’s crew gets spotted near the docks. Cameras. Witnesses. The usual misdirection. When the smoke clears, Santos is going to think the Russians stole from him.”
“And when he retaliates…” Reyes begins, the pieces clicking together.
“He hits Mikhail. Not you.”
He sits back, thoughtful now. The greed’s still there only it’s guarded.
“You want them to tear each other apart.”
“I want them distracted,” I say. “And when they are? Their borders loosen. Their eyes drift. And that’s when you move in.”
“On what?”
“Turf. Distribution lanes. Santos won’t be able to hold them and swing at Mikhail. You’ll have just enough time to dig your claws in, and I get the strip without having to make a deal with Santos.”
“And if I say no?”
“The
