Chapter 33 Doing Work

• Rook POV
• I slide into the passenger seat, watching as we pull onto the road, the city lights stretching out in the distance. “So what’s the issue?” I ask, glancing at my father, who’s lighting a cigarette, taking a slow drag before exhaling the smoke through his nose.
• “Two trucks were supposed to arrive this morning. One got here. The other?” He shakes his head. “Nowhere to be fucking seen. And the last thing I need is some asshole thinking they can skim off my shipments and get away with it.”