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.

the sight of Drake. "What is your boss thinking? Sending one

an entire boatload of machines. The unloading work alone would

a cap low over his face, making it

to you. Where's your boss? Get

me to inspect the goods. She's tied

cigarette on the ground. "Mike, bring

of the lackeys hurried to the boat

over a crate and set it in

"The goods are legit. But if you don't pay the balance first, you're not taking them anywhere." Drake opened the

the public. Only executives of the company could

Someone had the audacity to pull off such a shady deal right under his nose. "Well? Satisfied? If you're done, call your boss to pay up. I've got things to

his words, their hostility palpable as