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CHAPTER TWELVE
RICCO OPENED THE car door and I stepped out. The breeze of the wind didn't deter my hard gaze on Ricco. He clenched his jaw but didn't say anything as I followed him inside the docks. The port appeared vacant which was good for us. We didn't need people sniffing around here. "None of the workers are here?" He shook his head, "we closed this section of." He replied.
My men in their dark attire scattered around, showing signs of respect when they noticed me in their vicinity. We passed the containers, Ricco knew which container our shipment was supposed to be but one of the guards had messaged him that there was something worse and the gut feeling that had settled itself knew that I had to go with Ricco.
Ricco stopped in front of the repository, two guards were stationed in front of it. They bowed their heads before they made space for us. They opened the door, it was dark outside and inside thus Ricco used a flashlight.
"Cazzo." I cursed, I ran my hand through my sleek hair, no doubt it'd look messed up but I can't give a fuck about that when a disaster is right in front of me.
This is a bad situation. The drugs being lost is already a big issue but we're getting the lost money back from our different businesses so we'd be able to repay our supplies, we won't make any profit but the guns that's different. We won't be able to get the guns back unless we find out who stole our goods and we'd have to round up money to pay the Greeks. They won't let it slide if they don't get their money.
Losing our products and losing profits, fucking hell.
The Greeks won't care if they know that we don't have our guns as long as they're paid and paying them needs to happen fast otherwise they won't bring a new shipment and they may bring a war to our doorstep, something that we can't have at this moment.
They're too volatile to have a war with.
Someone is already gunning for us and my gut feeling is telling me that the same person that has been prowling around is the same that stole our goods. They're bold and stupid when we find them it'll be their heads but there's a lot we have on our plates now. First things first is to pay all our suppliers before they deem us unfit to work with.
We only started working with the Greeks after papà became the Don. The Famiglia had only been working with other Italians but after the war the Don decided to expand both the territory and partners. Our relationship is therefore nowhere strong where they'd let mishaps slide.
The Don will be furious if he finds out that all of our shipments are gone. There is nothing to be found in the container.
"Where are the guards that overlooked the container?" Ricco grimaced, the man towered over me by a few inches and people deemed him as unapproachable which was good for business, "no one has seen them but a couple of other guards are looking for them." It'd be great if we found them alive so that we could question them but the people looking for them would be met with dead bodies.
