NALEDI’S POV

Draken left the door open, holding a phone to his ear as he spoke animatedly.

“What do you mean it’s gone?” He growled, limping as he went.

Silence.

I could hear the faint sound of someone talking on the phone.

“I don’t care who took the darned thing, I want you to send everything to your arsenal and ensure that you recover the darned goods! I don’t want excuses, I fucking want results or your head would be breakfast tomorrow!”

I put on a concerned expression as he dropped the phone. “What’s wrong?”

“The fucking nerve of that bastard! He took the fucking shipment! I am going to...