King

Last night while we were busy having the best fucking sex of our lives, someone was destroying one of our incoming shipments of weapons.

Now we've got to deal with this shit. Two of our men were shot dead. Surveillance was wiped. And Gray—our fucking president—is off doing whatever the hell he's doing instead of handling club business.

When Niko got word to him this morning, all he said was he'd be flying back as soon as he could.

Translation? Whenever the ...