Zayden’s POVThe loading docks smelled like diesel, metal, and cocaine.Something I was used to in this business.I stood at the edge of the pier, hands in my coat pockets, watching the cargo ship ease into its berth. The city lights were distant, blurred by fog.The only sound was the low rumble of the engines and the water slapping against the pilings. A man in a grease-stained jacket walked down, flanked by two others. He was older, grey at the temples, but I knew him too well.“Antonio.” I hailed him. “Welcome.”"Signore Romano." He stopped a few feet away, nodding once. "Apologies for the delay. We had a situation.""What kind of situation?""Coast guard. We had to reroute." He gestured behind him. "But the cargo is intact. Every kilo."I walked closer and stood beside the open container, watching one of my men pull the first package from the stack. "Open it."He sliced through the wrapping and handed me the brick. I cut into the corner, rubbed the powder between my fingers, an
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