Beep... beep...
Lucian drove slowly with Primo in the front passenger seat while Red, Vodka, and Rum occupied the back.
All five of them turned toward the source of the short honk and spotted a van behind them.
Raka.
Unlike before, Raka wasn't blaring his horn at them. Instead, he was honking at another vehicle trying to overtake him. A moment later, he pulled closer to Lucian's car as though he were part of the escort detail.
"Hehe."
Raka grinned at them as if they had known each other for years and waved proudly.
"Papa?" Sammy looked up at his father. "Are we friends with them now?"
Raka smirked.
"Of course!" he declared proudly. "That's my goal now, son. To become that man's best friend. The kind of friend he won't be able to live without."
Sammy blinked. "They're not leeches anymore?"
Raka nearly choked on his own saliva.
Turning to his son, he let out an awkward chuckle.
