Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

Debra pulled up to the East Dock.

To avoid being recognized, she stayed in the car and motioned for Drake to go ahead.

Drake glanced at the row of thugs standing on the dock. His expression darkened. "Why didn't you tell me there'd be so many people?"

Debra shrugged. "Relax. Most of them are your people. You show up, and they'll fall in line."

Drake was speechless but got a picture of the situation. Many of the thugs bore distinctive tattoos of the Lowe Group. They were undoubtedly traitors who had infiltrated his ranks. Selling his machines without his permission was a serious offense.

He got out of the car and made a quick call before heading toward the group.

The leader of the thugs was a burly man in his forties. Both of his arms were tattooed.

is your boss thinking?

of machines. The unloading work alone would need at least 20

over his face, making it hard

boss? Get

sent me to inspect the goods. She's tied up and couldn't

out his cigarette on the

lackeys hurried

over a crate and set

first, you're not taking them anywhere." Drake opened the crate and inspected the contents. Sure enough, it was filled with slot machines

to the public. Only

So, this was what his trust had earned him. Someone had the audacity to pull off such a shady deal right under his nose.

their hostility palpable as