Chapter 17

He was working for Drake, he was loyal to Drake, but he had a mission to complete with her. He waited in his seat in the car while Roman swore up a storm. There was nothing he planned to do to make it better. Chris ran a hand through his hair before replacing the baseball hat he had on. He bent his head as a smirk graced his face when Roman swore in Italian. Boy was he pissed.

Soon enough Roman opened the driver’s seat of the car and banged it shut. Chris still did not say a word. He was not too keen on having this aggression transferred on him.

“You bloody idiot! If you had moved faster we would not have missed them. But no, you had to flirt with the barmaid first.” Roman seethed but Chris made no attempt to answer him. The transaction was equally beneficial to the both of them, which was none of Roman’s business.

“Fucking cunts escaped us. We have to think fast, my gut tells me they would soon skip the country. We have to make sure that that does not happen.” Rom