Salvatore's p.o.v

The scenery here was insane, the truck carrying my drug shipment had been vandalized on delivery. The perpetrators cart away with almost all the products, leaving just three.

“This is bad,” I muttered to myself, running my hand across my face for the umpteenth time. I heard the sound of tires screeching outside and I knew my brothers were here.

Adriano walked in, looking a lot better than he looked the last time. Rafael on the other hand was visibly fuming as he ...