#Chapter53

DREIDAN'SPOV

"Cossì cazzo." (you're so fucked up.) I spat out as I kicked Naziz on his stomach. He coughed out blood. "You're so incompetent. How could you let the police trace you. Do you fucking know how much I spent purchasing those machine guns? Have any fucking idea, punk ass?"

I couldn't believe this. I knew that it was a bad idea for Roberto to entrust Naziz, who he thought was smart, to transport the guns I'd bought from the German black market. I don't even know how the cops managed to trace our transportation route, and arrested some of my men, taking my guns with them. Fuck it....