Chapter 11

Gaius’ POV

Driving at full speed on the main highway connecting the major cities of Carson and Vegas, I speak rapidly in Romanian to the person on the other end of the line.

“Where the hell are my shipments?” I demand.

Her voice carries over adenoidally, and I know for certain she’s h*gh. Not so much as to be impaired but just enough to reflect in the tone of her voice and the slurring at the ends of her words.

“They are your doorstep.”

I press on the clutch in frustration like it’s going to make the car go faster as I huff, “I don’t have time for games, Katerina. Where are the damn shipments?”

My annoying second cousin laughs in her nasally way, “Seriously. You are the most suspicious person I know.”

I grip the steering tighter as I try so damn hard to control the anger boiling my blood. This isn’t funny, not in the slightest bit.

“Okay, I am a hundred percent certain your good is in America,” her accent is thick as s