NIKOLAI
“JONNY," I DRAWLED, crossing one leg over the other as I lounged against the railing, a cigarette dangling from my fingers. I didn't look at him, not yet. Men like him were so f*****g predictable. They couldn't stop themselves from spilling everything the second the tension hit and I knew it was coming sooner.
He shuffled closer, fists clenched at his sides, his face flushed red like he was choking on his fear. He thrust a crumpled piece of paper at me, the coordinates scribbled in haste. “Here. These are the coordinates for your cargo. I didn’t sell them—not yet. The buyer was supposed to meet me here on this ship, but he couldn’t make it. When I dock in New York, that’s where the exchange was supposed to happen.”
I took the paper from his trembling hands, my lips curling into
