"Twenty tons?"
"To start. We've distributed everywhere except Italy." Dominico looked at the scene from behind his sunglasses, standing stock still as the Sicilian breeze swept his hair back away from his forehead. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
I shrugged absently, observing as the forklifts carried wooden cargo boxes filled with cotton candy around the warehouse. I'd arrived a few minutes after the shipment of drugs had made it to the warehouse, just in time to see Marco's people and my couriers organise it all. "What's the harm?"
"You're handing the man who has admitted to wanting to sabotage you a percentage of your drug business, maybe? That doesn't seem like a bad idea to you?"
