Chapter Sixty - Mad Dog
Miguel Sanchez sat in the small apartment at the top of a tower block in Islington London, his curly black hair was longer than he would have liked, but he scraped it back putting it on top of his head into a man bun, then checked himself out in the mirror. He thought he looked mighty fine, his tight leather trousers, with beige shirt that had dark brown leaves printed on it tucked in, the top buttons undone showcasing his hairy chest and long gold medallion necklace.
Business should have been booming for the new Mad Dog, of the Sanchez Cartel, but it had all turned to s**t when his main shipment of product had been intercepted by the f*****g special boat service, that was when he devised his ultimate revenge against those who had hampered his operation, the
