Dante

“Fuck,” I growled under my breath as I took my car to the private jet Don Sierpiente had waiting for me. Ignacio was probably inside to accompany me on the impromptu trip to Mexico. My red-capped hostage gagged and tied up in my trunk.

Apparently, one of my guys got caught smuggling product and the Don wants me to fly out to him to deal with it personally. Meanwhile, Red Cap still kept his lips tight and hadn’t even told me his name, nor was there a ...