Two months ago, I was at the prime of my success. I didn't care about angering the Wolves because I was planning the biggest job of my life without their involvement.
I didn't care when the Wolves decided to let me go, because I knew everything I had put in place to secure mine and my crew's future was going to go perfectly fine. With three of my most trusted soldiers, closest friends, I robbed ten million dollars from the Bank of Silver Falls. And we fucking got away with it.
There was no reason for us not to because I planned it all myself.
But there was one thing I didn't calculate.
My lifelong enemy, Emma Scott, the head of NSC, waiting at the place where we would hide the money with three of her guys, guns ready.
