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

machines. The unloading work alone would need

pulled a cap low over his face, making it hard to see his

talking to you. Where's your boss? Get her over here." The leader reached out, intending

me to inspect the goods. She's

out his cigarette on the ground.

One of the lackeys hurried to the boat

brought over a crate and set

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

to the public. Only executives of the company

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 do," the leader

his words, their hostility palpable as they glared at