I took a sip of the whiskey in my glass. It burned my throat but I enjoyed the feeling.
I puffed on my cigar and sighed, leaning back into my chair. I was in one of my warehouses getting feedback from my workers on the progress of the Puerto Rico route.
Armano Rivas was currently fighting for his life with the slow poison I gave him, giving me free reign over the route as his subordinates feared me.
He should have known better than to mess with me.
My office door came open without a knock. There was only one person who could do that.
"Someone seems to be in a sour mood today." He commented as soon as he walked in.
"Tomas," I said, gesturing at the seat in front of me. "What's the update with the shipment heading to Canada?"
"Delivered."
"Paid?" I asked with a brow raised.
"Paid."
"Good. I need some time off anyways." I groaned and sighed.
"What's going on?" He asked knowingly.
"We're heading to Rome soon to meet with you know who." I informed him.
