Chapter 17

Alessio

"Alessio!" One of our buyers, Mikael, stepped out of his mansion, greeting me with open arms.

He was one of our biggest weapon buyers in the East, and a key player responsible for a huge chunk of our profits. We had the best weapons, and he had the best money, almost greater than the Fanuccis themselves.

"Mike!" I was forced to accept his welcoming hug. He patted my shoulder a few times, then he moved to my brothers.

It was the final drop of the week, and we had arrived at the mansion with his usual order of a truck full of product, and about ten of our men.

"Look at you, becoming more buff. You might surpass your brother!" The man teased Dante, repeatedly punching his stomach. I chuckled, looking at my brother's proud face. Dante, who was the youngest and arguably the weakest, had been going to the gym nonstop—trying to prove something. It was cute.

"Start unloading the truck," I told the men, but Mikael raised his hand, signaling them to stop. "No need for that. We'll get to