Chapter 42

TRISTAN'S POV

The next morning found me at the warehouse, counting my men and the remainder of our goods that had been used and not paid for by Marco Reus.

About three hundred goods were unaccounted for, and staring at my books of account, I told myself that if this was to go this way, I was going to go bankrupt. In order for my line of business to go forward, I needed support.

Not just any support, support from my men, support from outsiders as well. I needed men on the outside as well as the inside. I needed to know when the police were attacking and when they were silent. I needed to know where and when the streets were safe enough to put my products out there.

At that moment, that was all that seemed to matter in my life. Making sure my drugs were well sold, gaining more income through it, and having more men than I ever imagined.

With each drug sale, I gained more and more followers. People, teenagers included, were willing to risk their lives in order to make sure that the dr