Roman.
Tony groans, rubbing his neck. It’s 7 a.m. and we’re driving to my place.
“You never told me why you wanted to get here first,” he mutters.
I shrug. We spent last night overseeing a shipment of guns and drugs, making sure everything was loaded and accounted for. It’s not your typical job, but given Russo’s behavior, I wasn’t about to take any chances.
If they got their hands on those guns, we’d lose our biggest client in China, and that would be unacceptable. I even sent a few capos with the shipment to make sure it stayed safe all the way to China. That’s how damn important this is. This is my first big job since becoming a don. That means everyone is watching to see how this goes.
Tony and I left thirty minutes before takeoff, satisfied that everything would go off without a
