#Chapter119
ALEXEI*
A glass of water in my hand, the other free hand deep inside my pant pocket tapping my foot on the concrete hearing the loud noise from the truck as it disturbs the night pulling into one of the hidden Russian mafia warehouses. The horn keeps blaring till the truck containing my goods got into the warehouse coming to a halt, glancing by the side watching my men fall in line pulling the back door open confirming the product. Cutting a block open with his pen knife, he sniffs giving me a thumbs up causing my lips to twitch upwards in a crooked smile.
