“Where is the semi?"
Liam had the exact same question. They had been sitting in the parking lot of a local clothing manufacturer for over an hour. Word had it that the manufacturer was in deep with the Mexican Cartel and within some of the shipments of clothing lay weapons that were needed to win the drug war. Since Heaven Hill had signed on to help, they were expected to make sure the semis got to the state line where another MC picked up the run.
“This guy was supposed to come here, drop off his trailer, pick up another, and be gone, right?" Liam verified with Jagger. “You didn't f**k this one up, right?"
His nerves were on a string. His eyes met William's and he could see the triumph there. This wasn't working out and William knew it. Almost like the fucker had planned it. Their rela
