Chapter 63 A Girl

• Rico's POV
• The third sabotage. The fucking third sabotage. My knuckles twisted in frustration as I tried to tamp down the surge of anger threatening to overtake me. This was spiraling out of control faster than I had anticipated. Somehow, word of our shipments kept leaking to the authorities, and I was still working to buy them off. Every failed attempt chipped away at my patience.
• Seated in my office at the club, I took a long drag from my fifth cigarette of the day, letting the smoke curl around me as I waited for Sammy and Ryan to report back. I’d sent them out to gather intel, hoping for even a scrap of useful information. Before they could return, however, the door slammed open with enough force to rattle the frame.