Chapter 255

Casillas

The whiskey burned slow as it slid down my throat, the kind of burn I liked because it kept me steady and sharp. I swirled the glass lazily, watching the amber liquid catch the light while Oliver droned on about our routes. His voice carried the weight of bad news, and I knew it before he even spat it out.

“Our southern run was hit a few days ago,” he said, his eyes lowered. “Law enforcement set up an ambush, and we lost the shipment.”

I tilted my glass and let the burn linger on my tongue before swallowing, the taste turning sour in my mouth. A muscle ticked in my jaw, but I didn’t interrupt. That route wasn’t just any line. It was the one tied to Bonafide, the one Marceline and I split the cut from. Bonafide’s dealings had always been steady profit. Losing a stream like that was irritating. I let my mouth curl in distaste, though I stayed silent. My phone on the table started to buzz.

All seven men turned their eyes toward it like dogs scenting meat. I looked at