Hayate
asked.
“I wasn’t expecting word from you two for another five
months. Let's take a breather, gentlemen. If we can't make a deal in
a few months we will part ways.”
“We have made up our minds, Mister Maruyama,” Isao
replied.
“Just think about it. I'll give you four months to think about
it,” JunJie suggested as he eyed the brothers seriously. “Just
think about it,” he reiterated as he extended his hands towards
the doors. “Grover will see you two men out.”
“What’s your plan, dad?” Phillip asked as he closed
the door behind Grover.
“I’ll give this some time to let this incident blow over
with those two. They won’t go to the police because I have just
as much on them as they have on me. All of their muscle is in Tokyo
anyways. They’re powerless here in America except for the
heroin gangs they distribute to back east who could care less about
them.”
“How will you handle the situation? It’s obvious things
aren’t going to turn in our favor in four months because
they've made up their minds already, dad.”
“I’ll talk to them again and try and stall them, son. If
they’re not in agreement by March of next year we will just
have to use another tactic,” JunJie said as he eased up from
his chair. “Come now, we’ve been rude to Asa Spade and we
should rejoin the party. We’ll deal with the Onishi brothers
soon enough.”
*******
Carmella had just landed in Denver, Colorado fresh off a commercial
flight from Houston, Texas. She’d been at her mansion down in
Texas for a couple of weeks to oversee another shipment of cocaine
and was now returning to Denver for the first time since she’d
left the hospital there in the city. She had Pepper with her the
whole time and she was actually growing quite fond of the ten
year-old.
It was snowing in Colorado and that was the reason Carmella’s
flight was four hours late. She and Pepper, who was dressed neatly in
a pink silk skirt and a white cashmere trench coat and pink
knee-length leather boots, walked through the crowded concourse,
Carmella searching for one person in particular.
“Over here, Carmella,” a voice called out near the
baggage claim.
Carmella turned around and eyed one of the most important people in
her life—twenty-six year-old Desiree Abbadando.
Desiree was a five foot seven voluptuous woman with cropped black
hair and slender, sexy lips. She had one of the widest, most gorgeous
smiles ever. Curves in all the right places and big, dark, round eyes
is what had drawn Carmella to Desiree, who ran the night club
Carmella owned there in Denver. She soon put Desiree on to help her
move weight. Desiree was Carmella’s personal informant, amongst
several other things. She knew all the happenings in and around
Denver and always kept Carmella abreast of what was going on in the
streets of this western city.
A warm embrace brought the two together for the first time in nearly
two years. The last time Desiree had seen Carmella, she was so doped
up on morphine she didn’t recognize her face, but she was still
beautiful back then, but not as pleasing on the eye as she was on
this Thanksgiving evening in her pink fur coat, matching hat and pink
square-framed clear glasses.
“Carmella, I’ve missed you so much, baby.” Desiree
said as he stared her friend up and down in appreciation.
“I can’t tell, Desiree. You haven’t been to see me
the whole time I lay here in the hospital.” Carmella responded
before turning towards the luggage carousel.
“I did go to see you,” Desiree responded softly as she
ran her hands across the sleeve of Carmella's mink coat. “You
don’t remember? I came often, but I didn’t like seeing
you like that. DeAngelo gave you my cards?”
“He did,” Carmella replied as she grabbed her and
Pepper's luggage. “You being there at the end would have meant
a lot to me. And a card is not you.”
“But those are my thoughts,” Desiree said as she grabbed
Carmella's suitcase.
asked.
“I wasn’t expecting word from you two for another five
months. Let's take a breather, gentlemen. If we can't make a deal in
a few months we will part ways.”
“We have made up our minds, Mister Maruyama,” Isao
replied.
“Just think about it. I'll give you four months to think about
it,” JunJie suggested as he eyed the brothers seriously. “Just
think about it,” he reiterated as he extended his hands towards
the doors. “Grover will see you two men out.”
“What’s your plan, dad?” Phillip asked as he closed
the door behind Grover.
“I’ll give this some time to let this incident blow over
with those two. They won’t go to the police because I have just
as much on them as they have on me. All of their muscle is in Tokyo
anyways. They’re powerless here in America except for the
heroin gangs they distribute to back east who could care less about
them.”
“How will you handle the situation? It’s obvious things
aren’t going to turn in our favor in four months because
they've made up their minds already, dad.”
“I’ll talk to them again and try and stall them, son. If
they’re not in agreement by March of next year we will just
have to use another tactic,” JunJie said as he eased up from
his chair. “Come now, we’ve been rude to Asa Spade and we
should rejoin the party. We’ll deal with the Onishi brothers
soon enough.”
*******
Carmella had just landed in Denver, Colorado fresh off a commercial
flight from Houston, Texas. She’d been at her mansion down in
Texas for a couple of weeks to oversee another shipment of cocaine
and was now returning to Denver for the first time since she’d
left the hospital there in the city. She had Pepper with her the
whole time and she was actually growing quite fond of the ten
year-old.
It was snowing in Colorado and that was the reason Carmella’s
flight was four hours late. She and Pepper, who was dressed neatly in
a pink silk skirt and a white cashmere trench coat and pink
knee-length leather boots, walked through the crowded concourse,
Carmella searching for one person in particular.
“Over here, Carmella,” a voice called out near the
baggage claim.
Carmella turned around and eyed one of the most important people in
her life—twenty-six year-old Desiree Abbadando.
Desiree was a five foot seven voluptuous woman with cropped black
hair and slender, sexy lips. She had one of the widest, most gorgeous
smiles ever. Curves in all the right places and big, dark, round eyes
is what had drawn Carmella to Desiree, who ran the night club
Carmella owned there in Denver. She soon put Desiree on to help her
move weight. Desiree was Carmella’s personal informant, amongst
several other things. She knew all the happenings in and around
Denver and always kept Carmella abreast of what was going on in the
streets of this western city.
A warm embrace brought the two together for the first time in nearly
two years. The last time Desiree had seen Carmella, she was so doped
up on morphine she didn’t recognize her face, but she was still
beautiful back then, but not as pleasing on the eye as she was on
this Thanksgiving evening in her pink fur coat, matching hat and pink
square-framed clear glasses.
“Carmella, I’ve missed you so much, baby.” Desiree
said as he stared her friend up and down in appreciation.
“I can’t tell, Desiree. You haven’t been to see me
the whole time I lay here in the hospital.” Carmella responded
before turning towards the luggage carousel.
“I did go to see you,” Desiree responded softly as she
ran her hands across the sleeve of Carmella's mink coat. “You
don’t remember? I came often, but I didn’t like seeing
you like that. DeAngelo gave you my cards?”
“He did,” Carmella replied as she grabbed her and
Pepper's luggage. “You being there at the end would have meant
a lot to me. And a card is not you.”
“But those are my thoughts,” Desiree said as she grabbed
Carmella's suitcase.
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