*Leo*
I was so pissed I nearly threw the phone that Franky’s voice came out of across the room. What the ever-loving fuck? This was just my luck. The way things were going lately I could have probably predicted this whole scenario.
Three men dead, a drop off point shot up to hell, and now I was heading to an address that Franky gave me as he interrupted himself to take another call. This time it was much, much worse.
When I arrived at the address that Franky gave me, I started swearing even harder. This was bullshit. The whole damn block was shot up to hell. They rated the warehouse there. Some of my men were down. A few of their men were down. None of them were breathing.
The rest of my men stood around, waiting for me to get there. I got out of the SUV. I had sped all the way there, and now, I headed straight for the front door.
“Boss,” one of my men called to me, stepping in front of me, trying to keep me from going through the front door of the warehouse.
