Alessio
"Alessio!" One of our buyers, Mikael, stepped out of his mansion, greeting me with open arms.
He was one of our biggest weapon buyers in the East, and a key player responsible for a huge chunk of our profits. We had the best weapons, and he had the best money, almost greater than the Fanuccis themselves.
"Mike!" I was forced to accept his welcoming hug. He patted my shoulder a few times, then he moved to my brothers.
It was the final drop of the week, and we had arrived at the mansion with his usual order of a truck full of product, and about ten of our men.
"Look at you, becoming more buff. You might surpass your brother!" The man teased Dante, repeatedly punching his stomach. I chuckled, looking at my brother's proud face. Dante, who was the youngest and arguably the weakest
