I wait another minute or two before I clear my throat, snapping him back to reality.
His eyes focus back on mine, and he sits up, arms resting on his thighs.
"We need to rearrange the gun shipment tonight."
My head rears back, and I make a noise of disbelief.
"What? Why?"
He kisses his teeth and shrugs.
"Lenny has information about the shipment, and a little birdie's told me he plans to be at the docks tonight and intercept it. He wants to take the guns, and I'm pretty sure we both know he doesn't care about killing people who stand in his way."
"How, exactly, do you know this?"
He ignores my question, not supplying me with an answer, and chooses to, instead, carry on telling me about the intel he has.
"Now, I suggest we either get the shipment dropped off somewhere else, or we pull everyone from the marina, and allow him to take the guns."
I open my mouth to speak, but he holds a finger up, pausing me.
"Usually, I wouldn't suggest such a thing, but we have no idea how many men he's bringing with him, and we could be outmanned. I'm also currently still in charge of keeping you safe while Jaylen regains the rest of his strength, so I'd prefer we don't go because I don't want to injure myself while trying to protect you."
I watch him with wide eyes and a slack jaw, waiting for him to finish speaking.
When he doesn't add anything else, I stand from behind my desk, leaning on my fisted hands, knuckles digging into the wooden surface beneath them.
"Firstly, don't ever put your finger up like that again to stop me from speaking. Secondly, how the fuck does Lenny have any information about what we've got going on, and lastly, how the fuck do you know about it?"
He huffs, standing up and straightening out his jacket.
"I can't disclose my sources to you, but just know, Lenny's going to be at the marina, and he's planning on taking the guns, so we need to start making calls and sorting something out, Dom."
"For fuck sake! This is bad, Leo. Very bad. The shipment is already coming in early. We've only got an hour until the boat's meant to be arriving!"
Grabbing my phone from my desk, I dial Percy's number, slipping on my jacket as I wait for the line to connect.
"We've got a problem," I tell him as soon as he answers.
I pace around my office as I start barking instructions at him. I click my fingers at Leo, pointing to the phone in his hand, and motioning that I need it.
Percy starts rambling off questions while rushing around himself, instructing my people on what to do while I use Leo's phone to contact our supplier, hoping I can get him to redirect the boat.
Forty minutes later, Leo and I are still battling our way through London traffic, trying to get to the marina by eleven in time for the boat to arrive.
Thankfully, we were able to arrange for the guns to be transported elsewhere, and I got Charlie to assemble a team to collect them and move them to one of the clubs that's currently closed for renovations.The boat's still on its way, just empty now, and I'm hoping Lenny has no idea about it.
Percy's still at the docks with at least twenty of our men, waiting for the ambush—if it's actually going to come.
Glancing over at Leo as he weaves the car through the busy streets ahead of us, I watch him with narrowed eyes.
The man's loyal to a fault, so I know I don't have to worry about him being a mole, or knowing of one and not telling me about them, but I am wondering how he's come to know Lenny's supposed plans to ambush my men at the docks and take over my shipment.
My phone vibrates in the centre console, Percy's name flashing across the screen, and I immediately tap the green button, putting the phone on speaker.
"We're still about eight minutes out. What's happening?"
"Nothing," he says quietly. "There's no movement, boss."
