Mark watched as the address popped up and he got in the driver’s seat, knowing it would take a few days, but uncaring. He would cut the trip down if he drove through the night.
He could survive on a few hours of sleep and he needed to get this over with.
These two had given him enough problems and he refused to let them take down everything he worked for.
He was at the top and wouldn’t go back to the bottom.
Never again. He had too many things happening.
His network of drug running, the prostitution ring that had been almost shaken up after one of his top recruiters had gotten shot because of his arrogance.
That had made him so fucking angry. Carlos was lucky he was dead. He was getting too cocky as it was and wanted more and more of a cut.
The women he found were young and beautiful and it was the big reason he was allowed to live for as long as he had, but Carlos had lost some on the night that Kian had come sniffing around.
Those Collins brothers needed to be stopped.
He would do all he could to stop them.