Chapter 2

Saint POV

The day before.

The airport was crowded, each person going about their daily activities while the only thing on my mind at the moment was finding where the fuck Tequila was and making sure I made him regret ever crossing me.

“Do you see them?” I asked one of my men who walked beside me. 

“Yes boss, over there,” he replied, signalling to where CJ and the rest of the gang stood. 

“Anything yet?” I asked CJ as we got into the car. 

“Nothing. We're still trying to track him”. 

I puffed out some smoke before putting off the cigarette and throwing it out the window. 

“Let's head to the red bar then.” 

We drove through the back of the bar into the garage leading to the bar basement, somewhere we used as our hideout most times. 

Getting there, CJ gave me a briefing on the business and how Tequila had ruined things. The more I looked at my shattered hardwork, the more I promised myself I was going to kill