|Draven's POV|
"Is everyone in position?" I ask Elias as the two of us wait in a car parked just a few metres away from the Dock 10 where the Young Conglomerate ship is supposed to arrive in about ten minutes.
Elias is looking out towards the channels through a pair of his high-tech binoculars that he keeps for some reason— one that I am too skeptical to ever ask— as he hums to the song running in his head at the moment.
"Yes, brother, don't worry, Patrick would never reach the drugs he has somehow managed to smuggle in through your wife's ships." Elias responds and I feel yet another wave of anger thrashing against me as I think upon this situation.
Tonight was supposed to be my first night with Casmira in my— our— penthouse and I was supposed to give her the wedding gift that I h
