Asa's POV

“Boss, they’re here.” Marco said quietly, his hand brushing the duffel bag slung over his shoulder as the buyers we were meeting today arrived.

I nodded, letting my gaze sweep the interior of the warehouse we were. The buyer’s men were already stationed near the far end, casual but alert, their hands hovering near their hips.

“Good. Let’s make this clean,” I said with a low voice but it carried the authority I knew it would.

The buyer stepped forward as we entered. ...