Chapter 128

***ZANE'S POV***

"Michael is a son of bitch!" I grit out slamming my fist against the hard table.

He was slowly destroying me and unless I could get my hands on him, he would do worse.

"We need a plan," Sinner says flexing his fingers, the bones crackling in uniform.

Micah has taken down my men transporting my drugs to a discrete location. I hadn't told many people, but he knew more than enough that when you deal with coke, your life can't really be that private.

"And the men?" I ask, watching Reaper as he rubs his index finger on his mustache.

"Two died and four are in the ICU, fighting for their lives," he muttered, his eyes showing no fear nor compassion.

In our line of work, they are several things that could happen, and we know how bad it is when one man fucks up, it leads to the others' dead.

"Make sure the families of those who died are taken care of, and my injured men should be given the best care possible. I will see them when they are awake," I say.

Rea