{MICHAEL}
"You've got to be shittin' me." I narrow my eyes on the house filled with bright, almost blinding lights sitting back from the road. "Are they really in there?"
No one could possibly be that stupid, right?
Everyone in this city knows the rules: you steal from me—or my brothers—and you might as well dig your own grave. If you're dumb enough to try, and you're caught, you run like Satan himself is on your heels. What you don't do is hole up in a house that might as well have a neon sign saying, Here we are.
And yet, these brain-dead morons haven't just been stealing our pharmaceutical products, they've been diluting them with addictive drugs and regurgitating them back onto the streets. The arrogance is unreal.
Lorenzo chuckles beside me. "Oh, they're in there alright. Jake has a hard-on for his fancy security system. Thinks it makes him untouchable."
