ADRIAN’S POV
I sat on the stool watching the security footage, during which one of my trucks was intercepted and replaced with an empty truck.
The pasta in front of me tasted bland.
My mind flickered back to Kira. She had walked in on me throwing the pan in anger, oblivious to the news I had just received. When she’d offered to help, I let her. Not because I needed it, but because I was curious to see if she could actually pull it off.
I turned my attention back to the screen.
After the last interception, I had secretly planned to arrange for drones to follow all my shipments, especially the ones carrying arms.
I watched as the truck carrying the goods veered off on the highway, separating from the convoy I had paid damn good money to ensure its safe passage. A second truck, identica
