Gino’s POV.
“That run was hell.” Luc says as we both climb off our bikes and stretch our backs out. Hell is putting it lightly.
The shipment was late, and when it finally arrived, the numbers didn’t add up. So we had to beat the s**t out of the driver for the information. Apparently, that was all that arrived. So, a run that should have taken three days turns into a f*****g week. But we got to the bottom of it. The sender thought we wouldn’t notice that there some discrepancies.
The fact was that the asshole was f*****g skimming. So we paid him a little visit at his home. It is safe to say that seeing two of the Three Devil’s sitting at your dining room table being served by your wife puts the fear of god into any man who thinks he is a hard fucker.
The wife and his kids were safe, obv
