He turned around with his gun in hand. He was making this harder for himself. I dove to the side just as he squeezed off two shots.

“I don’t know anything,” he shouted.

Then why are you running? I didn’t ask out loud; I’d get to question him later. I waited until I heard him running again before chasing after him. I climbed on top of one of the shipping crates, the ice-cold metal burning my hands as I crawled over the top.

My gaze swept over the area, and I spotted him, his head poking out around a corner, waiting for me to come around. His gun was trained on the spot I would have appeared if I was still on the ground.

I took in a steady breath, raised my gun, and fired off my shot. The bullet cut through the air and landed in his arm. His gun dropped to the ground and clattered. I got up and jumped off the top, crouching as I landed.

I ignored the small ache in my knees. I was getting too old for this shit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He was bent over, holding his arm.

I sauntered over to him, my gun still raised. He lifted his head, and our eyes met before I brought the butt of my gun down against his temple. He slumped over, and three more of our men turned the corner.

“Tie him up and get him to the warehouse.”

“Yes, boss.” They moved in unison.

I found Benito standing next to his car. “Tell me I don’t have to get the entire shipping yard scrubbed.”

I shook my head. “Single bullet wound.”

He nodded. “Find out everything. Someone is fucking us over.”

Gin jogged over to us, a light sheen of sweat coating his skin. “The guy usually on duty around here said he was dismissed multiple times in the past week. By our guys.”

Benito swore. “Loyalty mean shit nowadays?”

“We will get this under control, Benito,” Gin said.

It was rare Benito ever lost his composure for more than a split second. He took in a measured breath. “I know.” He met each of our gazes before getting behind the wheel of his car.

“I just hope it’s not a fiasco like two years ago,” Gin said.

My stomach turned and I nodded in agreement. He placed his hand on my shoulder.

“We need to get out of here. We’ve caused enough of a fucking scene. They’ve derailed the police as much as possible.”

The mention of police brought up Tex’s face in my mind. Gin whistled.

“Enzo,” he said in a warning tone.

“I know.”

He stared at me before nodding. I turned on my heels and headed for my car. Before I pulled off, I checked to see where Tex was. I had a single tail on him now.

Tex was working but he was far across town and a relieved sigh slipped free. I needed to get things under control. Soon.