Jayden's POV
“Stop. Drop it down and step back.”
Mr. Cain McLean, an advanced man in his late fifties, sets a platinum briefcase on the floor and slides it to me, before taking a few steps backward to join the company of his two soldiers.
We're in an automobile workshop, one of our numerous sites for our business transactions.
The place is almost dark, save the light from our vehicles' headlamps. I masked my face and wore a casual outfit to conceal my identity. Right beside me is Lucas, who also drives me around.
With the other party not making silly movements, Lucas retrieves the briefcase and I take cover for him, clutching the arm of my revolver that’s buried in my jeans pocket.
After a while, Lucas returns to my side.
"Signore, two checks, but ten grand short.”
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