Chapter 11. Looking for Ways

Ash’s POV

“The Asian d*** syndicate?” I cock my head as I look up from the list in my hand.

“The Chinese d*** syndicate precisely,” Lobos says. He has a list in his hand, one that’s similar to the one in mine as well as the rest of the other six.

“Ash, I think we’ve already crossed off the rest. You burnt the bridge with the Mexican d*** lord some years ago,” Night Eyes says with a grimace.

“Yeah!” Koldis echoes. “And we all know the Canmora – the Italian d*** syndicate – is a no-go, especially after leaving Don Cleto’s daughter at the altar.”

I grimace, remembering the past. I was a rebellious kid, well, into my twenties. Actually, they were the most rebellious times of my life. I force myself to focus on what Moro is saying.

“Oh, yeah, and let’s not also forget Europe, Argentina, Australia… Man, Argentina, you painted that town white, and then slashed it red.” Moro shakes his head as a faraway look enters his eyes.

I open my eyes once more