Asa’s POV

I flipped through the photos in the folder Marco handed me in silence.

“These are not The Russians.” I said evenly.

“No, Boss.” Marco replied. “Their crew was hit too. Same night. Whoever did this wasn’t just stealing from us. They’re trying to make a point.”

“What point?” I asked, setting the photos on my lap as our car kept moving forward, with other sedans following us— our convoy.

“It could be someone trying to spark a war between us and The ...