Zoro Shipping Novels & Stories

Mario asked, excitement flickering across his face. ​"There is a second warehouse," Chloe said, her eyes narrowing. "It’s an old cold-storage facility in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, disguised as a defunct meat-packing plant. It’s registered under a shell company called 'Apex Logistics.' And here’s the kicker: the Sovereign isn't the only ship. There are two high-speed transport vessels—the Valkyrie and the Wraith—that are trailing forty miles behind the main ship. They move without transponders. They dock at a private pier three miles north of the main terminal, exactly one hour after the Sovereign hits the port."

Alpha Ulric pulls out his laptop, and even though I just want to do nothing but rest right now, I still move closer when he asks me to. I’m wearing his shirt. I’m getting some ground in his heart. “This is Kratos shipping. They’re one of the largest courier services, and they ship most of Highrise PLC’s products to the wider world. Last week, we sent a shipment worth a few million dollars to them. That shipment should leave in a few days.” I nod because I know Kratos shipping. Sophia always made sure we used them, they charged less, and they don’t carry out a lot of too-thorough checks, in case Alpha Ulric had done something to the goods.

He already felt pressure facing Kaze alone. Now with two more of Kaze’s men in the fray, who were able to get through the defenses of Bronze Sparrow without alarming him and were mysteriously powerful, things looked dire for Zoro. Would this be the end for him? For a moment there, Zoro felt scared. However, he started with nothing and rose to become a kingpin of the underworld, so his fortitude was far stronger than ordinary men. He discarded the thought and bellowed coldly, “Kill those two! I’ll pay 10 million for each of their heads!”

They’d neutralized his spies in the process. They were openly declaring war. Still reeling from that, another servant burst into the hall. “My Lord! A package arrived—from the United States. It’s addressed to you.” All packages went through strict screening to ensure safety. This one passed inspection. “Who sent it?” “Zeke, my Lord…” The room fell silent. Zorro’s expression darkened. “Zeke? He dares send me a package?” That name—Zeke—had become a curse in Graystone. Zorro had already disowned him and stripped him of all titles and rank.

“Alright, I have to go. I have tons of work.” “Same here,” Aria said, returning to her desk. “Lunch later?” “Definitely.” Zara waved and walked out. Back in her office, Zara settled into her chair and got to work. Her phone rang almost immediately. “Zara speaking.” “Good morning, ma’am,” a voice came through. “This is Daniel from logistics. I sent over the shipment report.” “I saw it,” Zara replied. “There’s a delay in the second batch. What happened?”

“You can get Santiago junior to give me good rates on transporting goods." Eva immediately reminded him that the Sardinos' shipping company was dedicated to making luxurious yachts and selling them, not to transporting merchandise. But Oswaldo, who knew their business, explained that was the larger shipping company did. But the small one with which he had started was still dedicated to other jobs, such as moving merchandise. The one that the patriarch Sardino had started was no longer small, but very large.

Bloody hell. Then I swipe and she is sat on the beach, grains of white sand stuck to her tattooed arms, her hair wet over one shoulder as she is sat in between to the two beasts. Each resting their chins on her shoulders. They are both sporting beautiful blue diamond collars. The hashtag mentions Tesoro. It says making friends with two of the best behaved clients ever. I click on the link to the Tesoro official work page it takes me to a page called Pheonix Couture. I scroll and she is opening a new store in LA.

The three-ton wolf let out a low, tired sigh, his head lowering onto his paws as the violet fire in his sockets settled back into a peaceful, watchful ember. "The... the docking clamps are open, Zora," Kemi whispered, her voice shaking as she looked out over the six massive cargo ships that were now completely free of their corporate chains. "The... the whole fleet is ours. And the sector six Spires... they don't have a database left to log our debt."