As Tony and I pulled into the driveway of the new house, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. The meeting with Desmond had gone exactly as planned. His men would integrate seamlessly into the production line, and we had mapped out the distribution routes. Desmond’s district was crucial, and locking down this deal had been months in the making. Everything was finally falling into place.
Tony killed the engine, and we both got out, heading toward the house. All I needed to do now was make a call and have my men start moving the product. Everything was ready, and soon enough, the operation would be up and running in full force. As we entered the house, I glanced around. The place was quiet, but something felt off.
I frowned, leading the way up to the top floor wh
