The week after the Queens warehouse incident, Dante's retaliation against the Volkovs was swift and brutal.
Three more Volkov businesses burned. Five of their key lieutenants disappeared. And every day, the message was clear: touch what's mine, and I'll erase you from existence.
But the Volkovs weren't backing down. They were escalating.
"Another shipment intercepted," Marcus reported during our morning briefing. "That's the third one this week. They're hitting us where it hurts our revenue streams."
"How much?" Dante asked, his jaw tight.
"Two million in product. Plus the loss of client trust." Marcus pulled up financial reports on the screen. "If this continues, we're looking at twenty million in losses by end of quarter."
I studied the reports, an idea forming. "They're predicting your moves. Hitting shipments because they know the routes."
"We change routes regularly"
