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business” so she stood and excused herself from the meeting.
    After Neema left the room Tari glared at Taz and he said, “Oops.”
    â€œYou know better, Taz,” Sacha said and frowned at her husband.
    â€œI know. But shit she needs to be aware of everything. I mean if something ever happens to me I want her knowing what is what.”
    â€œIt’s not always about what Taz wants. You have to understand that though she knows what we’re a part of she doesn’t totally understand it,” said Bob.
    Taz frowned at him and said, “Whatever. Like I was saying, then it will be off to Florida so we can handle that business as well as kick it a little bit. Once I drop that bomb on the council I’m going to want to tighten things up. I’ll get at Snuffy and all I feel are supportive of my decision so no one will be slipping.”
    â€œDo you anticipate any trouble from the council members ?” asked Tari.
    Taz shrugged and said, “You never can tell with something like this, Tari. I’ll try to check their temperatures as best as I can during the meeting. If no one blows their cool it’ll be on some wait and see type shit. And I’m not trying to wait for any weak shit to pop off. If it’s going to be on, it will be on and we will play offense before we play defense.”
    â€œThat’s real,” said Wild Bill.
    â€œI want to go to Colombia with you guys. I’m tired of being left out all of the time,” said Tari.
    â€œI don’t have a problem with that, Tee. If you want to roll then you can.”
    â€œThat’s cool. ’Cause for real, Taz, I need to skip this trip. I have some things I need to get worked out with Paquita,” said Red.
    Taz gave him a nod and said, “Cool. Me, Tari, Bob, and Wild Bill will make the trip to South America and then meet y’all back in the West. When do you want to fly back, li’l mama?”
    â€œSince the boys are having such a good time I thought we’d stay another day and give Mama-Mama some more times with her g-babies. We’ll fly back the day after tomorrow. Will you have your business done by then, Red? If so then we can fly back together. You know Gwen and I will need your help with the kids and stuff.”
    â€œYeah, that’s fine,” answered Red.
    â€œAll right then this meeting is officially in the books. Sacha, make sure you go over all financial moves for the next two investments we’re going to make so everything can be cleared on the books.”
    â€œGotcha.”
    â€œGood. Now let’s get packed and get ready to go holla at the Colombian boss,” Taz said seriously.

Chapter Seven
    For over four decades Jorge Santa Cruz ran the Buenaventura cartel with an iron fist. His enemies hated him but respected him as the ruthless leader he was known to be. Yet they still tried to attack him at least three times a year. What frustrated them most was he always seemed to find a way to escape death. It has been rumored throughout Colombia that he had protection from the spirits. Whatever it was, Jorge Santa Cruz took such full advantage of its existence that it amazed the public that anyone would still continue to try to murder such a dangerous man. Buenaventure was Jorge Santa Cruz’s to control and he would never relinquish his position without a fight. The number one port in South America’s drug trade belonged solely to him. Tons and tons of coca was shipped to Europe as well as the United States through this port. His position remained important to most cartels in South America because if he didn’t approve or have a piece of what was being shipped through his port, wars erupted immediately and most times he came out unscathed and victorious.
    When Taz and the crew stepped off the private jet Jorge Santa Cruz had two Range Rover stretch limousines waiting for them. They were quickly led inside of Palmaseca Airport so they could be