“How many men were in the warehouse?” Hugo asked as he puffed out his cigar.

Hugo DeSantis, his men, Damon, and Damon’s guys were all sitting in a private room. The men sat around the couches and there were expensive cigars, booze, guns, and every kind of drug they could ever want displayed on the table.

“Close to twenty,” Damon said as he sipped his whiskey. “And we got Giulio,”

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