Watching my hard work come to fruition just the way I'd wanted it took less time than I'd thought it would. Jacques, as expected, had sung like a canary and Rolando took full advantage of it.
He'd hijacked four gun shipments from the Bratva toward Colombia, effectively putting a damper on both the Russians and the South American's plans whilst growing his own forces.
As expected, he didn't question why I'd chosen to help him, most likely chalking it up to a false sense of security I'm sure he thought I felt at my alliance with Marco when in fact, that wasn't it at all.
My sense of security lied in the man standing up to greet me, pale skin heavily inked and covered in scars where there weren't tattoos. In one thing, at least, we were similar.
