#Chapter53
DREIDAN'SPOV
/"Cossì cazzo./" (you're so fucked up.) I spat out as I kicked Naziz on his stomach. He coughed out blood. /"You're so incompetent. How could you let the police trace you. Do you fucking know how much I spent purchasing those machine guns? Have any fucking idea, punk ass?/"
I couldn't believe this. I knew that it was a bad idea for Roberto to entrust Naziz, who he thought was smart, to transport the guns I'd bought from the German black market. I don't even know how the cops managed to trace our transportation route, and arrested some of my men, taking my guns with them. Fuck it. I knew the men wouldn't blurt out anything about me, but I had to get them out of prison before tomorrow cause the press would start fishing for news.
