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.

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

The unloading work alone would need at least

a cap low over his face, making it hard

Get her over here." The leader

me to inspect the goods. She's tied up

stubbed out his cigarette on the ground. "Mike,

hurried

crate and set it in front

anywhere." Drake opened the crate and inspected the contents. Sure enough,

the public. Only

earned him. Someone had the audacity to pull off such a shady deal right under his nose.

his words, their hostility palpable