Blood, Then His Cock

Enzo's pov

Lorenzo came through the office door already talking, no knock, sleeves shoved past his wrists, the look on his face the one he saved for nights when the money and the bodies both went sideways.

"Eight of them in the van. Whole crew. Give them one more second and they'd have burned the building to the ground."

The Russians had gone for the warehouse that carried most of the weight. E