David’s POV
Running late for my meeting with the Russians wasn’t in my plans.
I was known for always being on time, but today, the Russians were going to have to wait as I had business to finish before heading back to Manhattan.
At that moment, I was in the basement of my secret house in Brooklyn with Dane. I got here about an hour ago when I finally tracked down the bastard that tried to steal my merchandise, the merchandise he’d made me believe was lost in the sea. Luckily my investigation and contacts in the South led me to the truth otherwise I would have never found out that the bastard was planning on building an empire with my fortune.
“Who sent you?” I asked for the second time, I wasn’t fond of repeating myself, and the fact that he already made me do that riled me even mor
