By the time Damian reached Twenty's place, it was already a few minutes past five, which left the young gangster visibly irritated.
"You are officially my tactician and strategist. You can't be coming a few minutes late to an important strategic meeting, my boy."
Damian chuckled, a thick cigar resting between his lips and a glass of whiskey in his hand as they walked into the living room together. They settled onto opposing couches, and on the table between them sat a closed laptop.
Only after they had both settled comfortably did Twenty's expression harden and his voice turn serious.
"In that laptop are the secrets of the Black Apostle Cartel. If you look at it, there is no going back from this. We ride together until we die. Do you understand?"
Damian shrugged casually as he set down both his cigar and his whiskey. Without the slightest hesitation, he picked up the laptop, flipped it open, and powered it on while replying.
