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What the fuck?

Is he actually thinking about going along with this? Using it as inspiration for our own fucking heist from a man like Rennick?

I stare at him, dumbfounded.

After everything we’ve built with Everhart, even the legit stuff, doesn’t he realize we could lose it all in a flash?

And if we do, I’ll take the blame.

The entire Ferrazzo family would pay dire consequences.

“Fucking vetoed,” I snap, furious. “We don’t do that shit. Not now, not ever. I’m stunned you don’t know better, Buf.”

“Boss, sorry, crazy idea.” He raises his hands defensively. “Too crazy, I guess. But I thought it might help give us an out from the organ business.”

By getting us into a shooting war with Rennick’s combat-hardened meatheads?

Fuck that.

I shake my head, not hiding my disgust.

“No. Zero point in trading the devil we know for a new one. If we know about this scheme, Rennick will hear about it soon. He might be getting briefed as we speak. That asshole has zero tolerance for a fuckup of this magnitude. We have one chance—one—to deal with it before he takes matters into his own manicured hands.”

I gesture to the men around me as Buf shrinks back.

“You want to deal with that, Buf? You want to go home again? Any of you? Or risk coming home to your families in a box?”

Silence.

The irony gnaws on my bones.

The one business I always avoided, drug dealing, is now fucking me over.

I never had any interest in adding a few digits to America’s raging opioid epidemic. I won’t go turning people into drug zombies for money.

For staying principled, this is the thanks I get.

Also, if Rennick blames me, my wife’s nursing career is shot. One of her only stipulations for this marriage I forced on her.

I can’t let that happen.

And shit, what if she finds out?

I can already see the disappointment etched on her face, her sad brown eyes staring up at me. And if Sylvie ever hears drugs were being stolen from patients who needed them, especially in my own trucks—

Bull. Shit.

I won’t let that happen.

“Tear apart everything,” I growl. “Every future shipment goes under heavy surveillance. I want you to find the greedy little fuck in our ranks who’d be this stupid—and anyone with inside knowledge that may have assisted them at Everhart. We’ll deliver his fucking head to the Doc personally.”

It’s a Hail Mary, and it’s the only one.

If I’m upfront, if Rennick has bodies, the perps behind this, it might satisfy his rage before it gets out of hand.

“On it. We’ll figure it out, Luca. Won’t sleep till this gets done.” Buf tries to salvage his pride.

“Do it.” I rub my hands together. “When you find them, bring them to me first. I want to deal with these braindead clowns personally.”