RODRIGO’S POV
I rolled the blunt between my fingers, and with one swift rehearsed motion, I lit it up. The second it began to burn, my back collided against my chair.
The door clicked open, revealing Anthonio walking into the room, his hands folded behind him as he stood by the door. Anthonio had been the one who filled up the position of being my right-hand man after the unfortunate incident that occurred the last one.
“Status report?” I asked, my eyes not leaving him.
“The deal is a go. The collection point is at the old container terminal,” He stated.
Secured the cigar stick between my lips, I got on my feet. “We’ll go this evening. Go round up the men and prepare. This is a really big shipment. We can’t let anything go wrong.”
“Yes, sir,” Anthonio mumbled before he backed away an
