Zeke spat, blood and grit catching on the wind. "What are you even doing here? This shipment's got nothing to do with you. This is a delivery from our supplier in Eastern Europe."
"Your pussy of a supplier helped smuggle us over," Kai answered, voice low and relaxed.
Zeke's face flickered - anger, then an odd amusement, like a man who'd just been told the punchline to a cruel joke. The coincidence stung. "Of course he did," he muttered, more to himself than as an explanation.
The surrounding yard hummed with diesel and tension. Cranes tilted in the distance, and men watched with narrowed eyes.
Kai slicked back his hair. "Seems like Dominique's trying to get her business back up. After the Scalpel and that lunatic Messiah got their asses handed to them by me and my friends, she must be rebuilding and reclaiming territory." He said it lightly, but the implication sat heavily between them.
