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As he stalked through the room, his shoes and his security’s boots tapped against the concrete floor, and it gained everyone’s attention. The already tense situation was only magnified by Trey’s presence. The five men were gathered in a line with the leader of the crew, Dornan in the center of the group. Trey had worked with them before on a much smaller scale, testing the waters with no issues. It was one of the reasons Rogue had made a deal with them.
And now, here the fuck we are.
Trey sharpened his glare, pausing briefly in front of Dornan. “You had one job.”
One. Fucking. Job.
Anytime stock was transferred across state lines, there was a risk, which was why they only used seasoned crews. Usually.
Trey walked over to the blacked-out van, peering through the open doors. Several boxes were stacked, taking up the entire back. They’d always been careful and made sure it could never be traced back to them but this much stock would put everyone in their business on the radar.
“Half a million in stock abandoned at a rest stop,” Trey said, knowing he wouldn’t get a response or reaction. It was smart on their part to remain silent. Nothing would rectify the situation. The only thing saving these men was the van itself. Had someone else found it before they had, Dornan’s crew wouldn’t be breathing. “Would someone like to tell me what the fuck happened?”
Dornan stepped forward. “My guy freaked, got scared, and ditched the van.”
Trey drew in a breath, ignoring the heated blood coursing through his veins. He cupped his mouth and turned, walking back to the men lined up. It would take a few seconds to collect his patience and keep his temper in check. Trey rarely lost his composure, but it was times like these that tested his control.
“When you discovered this, why didn’t you do the delivery yourself?”
Dornan shifted on his feet, looking back at one of the men who stepped up next to him.
“We have no way to move it other than the interstate.”
“You knew that when you initially made the deal,” Trey said.
Dornan nodded. “Yeah, but we thought we could haul through the state until we hit the border. We can’t take that amount of stock on the highway.”
The risk was certainly high for being seen and potentially pulled over. But that wasn’t Trey’s concern. That responsibility fell on the group of men standing before him who’d taken the deal.
“Isn’t that something you should’ve considered when you brokered this with Rogue?”
Dornan shrugged. “We just thought with it being in Oz’s territory…”
Oh, fucking Christ!
“You didn’t make the deal with Oz. You made it with Rogue.”
There were a few misconceptions about how the Underground operated. This was one of the most popular. While the Underground was run by Trey, Rogue, and Oz, there were separate territories. Each handled different sections of the state. Negotiations happened between the three men all the time, but it was never a given. Especially when it came to Oz.
“We didn’t have any other choice, Trey.”
Trey ground his teeth. “What you’re saying is because you didn’t properly plan out the route before you took this deal, it somehow falls on Rogue and me to step in and formulate another option. Did I get anything wrong? Tell me this.” Trey stalked toward Dornan, stopped inches away, and glared. “Why the fuck are we paying you?”
Dornan’s jaw squared. “We assumed we had access to outside the city limits.”
“You assumed?” Trey growled. “We don’t fucking pay you to assume. You took this job knowing the risks and the route. You made this deal knowing the consequences.”
“How the hell were we supposed to know he’d bail?” The man at the end of the line, probably newer to this crew, was immediately scolded by Dornan.
“Tom! Shut the fuck up and don’t speak again!”
Trey could’ve let it go. He didn’t. He walked past Dornan to the man at the end.
“Tom, is it?” Trey folded his arms and arched his brow. “I would love to hear what you have to say.”
The man shifted on his feet. “I just think Oz should honor the deal Rogue made.”
Really?
