ADRIAN’S POV
Two days later, I walked into the Gambia de Crianza Investigative Precinct. A few people stood near the door, seemingly waiting for me. They reeked of a scent I recognized all too well from my first visit here.
Fear.
The last time I was here, it was to confess to a crime my i***t father had committed. But now, the place was bustling with police officers—most of whom were already on my payroll.
I had deliberately delayed the summons, instructing my lawyer to claim I was indisposed. Nobody gives me orders, not even the f*****g FBI.
I arrived with Victor, one of my most trusted guards, and a few other men. Romano, meanwhile, was currently in Ageeis, meeting with our Russian contact and investigating the port workers to track down the fucker who betrayed us. I had sent him th
