0010.

Alessandro's POV.

"Where is the file?" I asked over the phone as I stepped into the study.

"It's on your desk, Boss." He replied before I hung up.

I sauntered over to my chair and sank into it, staring at the pile of different files scattered on my desk.

"What file is this idiot talking about?" I muttered, irritation lacing my voice. "He's lucky he's not here right now, or I'd put a fucking bullet in his head. Couldn't he at least set the file aside?"

The urge to fling all the papers off my table gripped me, but I took a deep breath to control my anger.

"Now, I have to go through every one of them," I growled, grabbing the nearest file.

The files contained the account details of my money and those that owed me. I never trusted any of my men with my drugs or my cash. I always had to check things myself.

"There's been a great rise in profits this month," I noted, a smirk spreading across my lips. "The Santos have been purchasing more of my goods. Good clients. They've practically rep