FLETCHER'S POV
The day after Carlos let me know he had spent time with Bianca in the kitchen I was very busy with serious business. The new shipment of provisions we had mentioned had shown up. Carlos, myself, and ten of our men had gone to the dock to accompany the merchandise to Belmont.
We had been on our toes during the whole excursion, anticipating that somebody should go after us, in all probability Logan. In the past El Paso had astounded us now and again by attempting to hinder shipping our shipments, however I was certainly more stressed over any sort of contention with Logan's thugs.
The manner in which they battled was undeniably more coordinated than the ex-convicts from El Paso.
Fortunately the vehicle prevailed without issues this time.
Carlos and I were rema
