Chapter 22 How?
- Salvatore's p.o.v
- The scenery here was insane, the truck carrying my drug shipment had been vandalized on delivery. The perpetrators cart away with almost all the products, leaving just three.
- “This is bad,” I muttered to myself, running my hand across my face for the umpteenth time. I heard the sound of tires screeching outside and I knew my brothers were here.