turned up on a federal affidavit.
Tired of the “remember the times” love song that Ace was singing, Mecca emptied his clip into Ace, silencing him forever. Zyir then walked around to the driver’s seat and put the vehicle in drive. He and Mecca stood as they watched the ambulance roll through the highway rails and plunge down into the mountainous valleys below.
They turned around and shook hands with Felipe’s men. Their connection with the Garza Cartel was already proving to be valuable. It was Felipe who had located Ace, and because of him, at that very moment, the federal judge presiding over Carter’s case was being paid off handsomely. Without Ace, the feds’ case would be too weak to convict, and when Carter’s lawyer requested a dismissal, the judge would oblige.
Chapter Nine
“Yeah, I know you’re a Diamond, Mecca. Me and everybody else in Miami knows!”
—Leena
Making the trip to Mexico the second time was bittersweet for Zyir. He was eager to begin their business relationship with the Garza Cartel, but he was upset by the fact that he missed Carter’s last day in trial. He would soon have his freedom, and Zyir wanted to be there to congratulate him when he walked out of the prison walls. He knew that his task in Mexico was more important, however. Carter had groomed him well, and he knew that above all else, the money was always first priority. They could celebrate later. Today, Zyir had three tons of cocaine to pick up. Nobody dealt in quantities that large, and with that much access to the product, it was only a matter of time before they were the largest drug cartel in the nation. Miami was only the beginning.
When Zyir pulled up to the Garza estate this time, there was no hesitation. He had already established a level of trust with Felipe, and was granted access with ease. He was greeted by Felipe, who stood waiting with open arms.
“Zyir, my friend,” Felipe said as the two men embraced briefly. “I have something to show you.”
Zyir followed Felipe around to the back of the estate, until they came upon two Mack trucks.
Felipe pulled up the back of one of the semi-trucks, and his eyes widened as he took in the beautiful sight before him: rows and rows of neatly packed kilos. There were so many bricks that they gave off a sparkle. Zyir had never seen so much work in his life, and the sight made his hands itch, because he knew that soon a lot of money was going to flow.
“There are three tons between the two trucks. I have the entire first shift of border patrol on payroll. You and your people will be able to drive straight through without being stopped,” Felipe stated.
Zyir quickly added up the total worth of the cocaine in his head. Three tons equaled three thousand bricks. They would easily go for twenty-five a pop, and even after splitting the take with Felipe, The Cartel stood to profit almost $40 million. It was a big payday for everyone, and as long as everything went flawlessly, there were many more lucrative deals to come in the future.
“Cat got your tongue, Zyir?”
Zyir turned around and saw Illiana standing behind him. Her tanned skin glowed flawlessly, and she hid her mysterious eyes behind large Dior sunglasses. Her voluptuous body was displayed in the designer two-piece bikini and matching cover-up she wore. Every part of her appeared perfect as Zyir took a quick glance, admiring her top to bottom, taking in everything from her pedicured feet to the seductress red stain on her lips. “Illiana,” he acknowledged. He kissed her cheek quickly before turning his attention back to the task at hand.
Felipe put his arm around Zyir. The gesture was too friendly for Zyir, and he had to bite his tongue quickly so that he did not react. He had never let another man “son” him in his life, and although he was young in age, he was wise in years, something that Felipe would learn in time.
“I am aware of The Cartel’s recent financial troubles, so Iam willing to
Tired of the “remember the times” love song that Ace was singing, Mecca emptied his clip into Ace, silencing him forever. Zyir then walked around to the driver’s seat and put the vehicle in drive. He and Mecca stood as they watched the ambulance roll through the highway rails and plunge down into the mountainous valleys below.
They turned around and shook hands with Felipe’s men. Their connection with the Garza Cartel was already proving to be valuable. It was Felipe who had located Ace, and because of him, at that very moment, the federal judge presiding over Carter’s case was being paid off handsomely. Without Ace, the feds’ case would be too weak to convict, and when Carter’s lawyer requested a dismissal, the judge would oblige.
Chapter Nine
“Yeah, I know you’re a Diamond, Mecca. Me and everybody else in Miami knows!”
—Leena
Making the trip to Mexico the second time was bittersweet for Zyir. He was eager to begin their business relationship with the Garza Cartel, but he was upset by the fact that he missed Carter’s last day in trial. He would soon have his freedom, and Zyir wanted to be there to congratulate him when he walked out of the prison walls. He knew that his task in Mexico was more important, however. Carter had groomed him well, and he knew that above all else, the money was always first priority. They could celebrate later. Today, Zyir had three tons of cocaine to pick up. Nobody dealt in quantities that large, and with that much access to the product, it was only a matter of time before they were the largest drug cartel in the nation. Miami was only the beginning.
When Zyir pulled up to the Garza estate this time, there was no hesitation. He had already established a level of trust with Felipe, and was granted access with ease. He was greeted by Felipe, who stood waiting with open arms.
“Zyir, my friend,” Felipe said as the two men embraced briefly. “I have something to show you.”
Zyir followed Felipe around to the back of the estate, until they came upon two Mack trucks.
Felipe pulled up the back of one of the semi-trucks, and his eyes widened as he took in the beautiful sight before him: rows and rows of neatly packed kilos. There were so many bricks that they gave off a sparkle. Zyir had never seen so much work in his life, and the sight made his hands itch, because he knew that soon a lot of money was going to flow.
“There are three tons between the two trucks. I have the entire first shift of border patrol on payroll. You and your people will be able to drive straight through without being stopped,” Felipe stated.
Zyir quickly added up the total worth of the cocaine in his head. Three tons equaled three thousand bricks. They would easily go for twenty-five a pop, and even after splitting the take with Felipe, The Cartel stood to profit almost $40 million. It was a big payday for everyone, and as long as everything went flawlessly, there were many more lucrative deals to come in the future.
“Cat got your tongue, Zyir?”
Zyir turned around and saw Illiana standing behind him. Her tanned skin glowed flawlessly, and she hid her mysterious eyes behind large Dior sunglasses. Her voluptuous body was displayed in the designer two-piece bikini and matching cover-up she wore. Every part of her appeared perfect as Zyir took a quick glance, admiring her top to bottom, taking in everything from her pedicured feet to the seductress red stain on her lips. “Illiana,” he acknowledged. He kissed her cheek quickly before turning his attention back to the task at hand.
Felipe put his arm around Zyir. The gesture was too friendly for Zyir, and he had to bite his tongue quickly so that he did not react. He had never let another man “son” him in his life, and although he was young in age, he was wise in years, something that Felipe would learn in time.
“I am aware of The Cartel’s recent financial troubles, so Iam willing to
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