31| Friends Don’t Exist

Senna left the club later in the evening after he met with his new clients. They had contacted him for help, using his logistics to ship opium and just as they were done finalising, Senna got a call from one of the men who had been in charge of shipping goods from Cuba to inform him that the seaport services had held them and how their goods had been seized.

Senna was terribly angry and had contacted his Underboss, Rocco, to find out what had happened.

"The person we paid to handle importing the container had us deceived. I've been trying to contact him since the issue came up. His number has been redirected."

"What happened to Benson? Isn't he the one in charge of our importations? Why didn't you give him the gig then?"

"Benson is on a one-month leave and won't be around till next month. He was the one who referred us to Ferdinando, and we trusted him."

Senna kicked the tires of his car in anger, hating that he had to experience one bad thing for another in the space of two days. It