NOLAN’S POV

I sat in my dining chair, staring blankly at the unopened bottle of whiskey on the table. The light coming in from the city skyline stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows lighting the room dimly. My phone rang, pulling me out of my deep thoughts. The name on the screen was for one of my men, this could either make my day or leave me livid. I swiped to answer, my voice clipped.

“What?”

“Boss, we’ve got a problem,” the man stammered. His tone already irritating me.

“Spit it out,” I snapped, ready to get the conversation over with.

“There was… a raid at the docks,” he said, hesitating...