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.

of Drake. "What is your boss thinking? Sending one guy to pick up

machines. The unloading work alone would need at

pulled a cap low over his

Get her over here." The leader reached out, intending to shove

me to inspect the goods. She's tied up

his cigarette on the ground. "Mike,

lackeys hurried to the boat with a

a crate and set it in front

don't pay the balance first, you're not taking them anywhere." Drake opened the crate

Only executives

trust had earned him. 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

echoed his words, their hostility palpable as they