Chapter 18

Basil

I'm at club Sweet Ecstasy taking care of business before I head back home. The door to my office swings open revealing a frantic Andre.

"Afentikó, one of our warehouses has been hit." He's out of breath like he ran.

"Skatá!, did they take anything?" Fuck, it's the second time this month one of our warehouses containing drugs, guns and counterfeit goods have been hit. The first time they took all our guns.

"They took all the drugs." I pound my fist on the table, seething with fury. Selling our goods to other mafia's is our biggest moneymaker, having these legitimate businesses on the side like my nightclubs help everything look good on paper. So that the government wouldn't get suspicious of where all this money is coming from.The nightclubs still make a pretty penny but not as much as the illegal stuff.

"Any of our men dead?" His deep sigh is an answer.

"Pablo and Ferdinand." Good men lost and from what. Whoever is doing this is attacking us when no one is watching. By the time