Dimitri's eyes narrowed. "Words are cheap, Volkov. Actions speak louder."
Christopher nodded, backing up Vaughn's statement. "We've spent months negotiating this alliance. The Volkovs have already proven their commitment. This is a calculated move, one that will benefit us all."
Isabella Rossi, a woman known for her fierce and cunning nature, leaned in. "What are the terms of this alliance? How do we split control and profit?"
Vaughn looked directly at Isabella, his eyes cold and calculating. "The Volkovs will handle all logistical operations and provide security for the shipments. The Marinos will manage distribution and local enforcement. Profits will be split fifty-fifty. Any interference will be dealt with swiftly and decisively."
Isabella's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Sounds fair. But we need more than just words. We need a plan."
