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any luck
at all.” he said regretfully and turned his attention to the
dance floor. “Aye, Jesus! Look whose here, homes! Check
it out!”
    Black Jesus spent around in his wheelchair and rolled
over to his
guests. He greeted Gangsta with a firm
handshake and Vayda with a kiss on both cheeks. He then
ushered them over to a table. “Wine?” Black Jesus asked
Gangsta.
“Yeah, white,” Gangsta replied, pulling out a chair for
Vayda and then himself, sitting down.
     
“Ladies?” Black Jesus asked referring to the wine.
     
“White is fine,” Vayda said.
     
“Okay, by me.” The bronze skinned mami answered.
     
Black Jesus
snapped his
fingers
and the waiter
approached.
     
“Uh, Miguel,” he addressed him. “White wine,
quarto glasses, please.”
     
He held up four fingers.
     
“Coming right up, boss,” The waiter replied before
turning to leave.
    “Gracias,” Black Jesus thanked him before turning to
Gangsta. “So, Charles, how’s business?” He addressed the
O.G by the name on his birth certificate.
“Business is alright.”
He replied nonchalantly,
shrugging his shoulders.
    “A
lright? Business is a lot more than alright. This is
the millionth time I’ve met you in a suit; tailored at that.
Calogero’s, no?”
Gangsta nodded yes.
     
“Italian,” Black Jesus exclaimed. “Expensive too,
$5,000 dollars a suit, but what’s money to guys like us?”
    The waiter returned with a bottle of white wine and
four glasses as requested. He sat a glass in front of each
guest present at the table and poured the glasses half full.
“What will you fine people be having for dinner this
evening.” The waiter asked.
    “Do you all mind?” Blac
k Jesus raised a hand,
looking around the table for anyone who objected him
ordering their meals for them. Everyone agreed to let him
order for them. Seeing that no one minded, he went on and
ordered their meals in French. The waiter scribbled down
the orders on a small tablet and then he headed off into the
kitchen.
“Fucking show off,” Gangsta leaned over and
whispered to the drug lord before taking a sip of his wine.
     
“What?” Black Jesus asked, playing dumb.
     
“Mothafucka, you ordered our food in French and this
is a Spanish restaurant.”
     
“I’m afraid I have no idea of what you are referring
to.” He tried to contain a smile.
    “Vayda, this nigga been doing this shit for years now;
ever
since we were in high school. Pretty
Spanish
mothafucka with the dark skin, and the Superman curl,
laying down French, it was always enough to get this
mothafucka laid.” He took a sip of wine. “Rico Romance is
what this fool use to call himself back in the day.”
    “Aye, what can I say?” Black Jesus
said. “The chicas
could never get enough of the Latin lover.” He did a funny
little dance in his wheelchair. Everyone at the table busted
up laughing. This rest of the night carried out just like this,
two old friends reminiscing about old times and shooting
on one another. When the food came they barely took two
bites of it. The waiter had warmed their food up twice, but
everyone was having such a good old time that they didn’t
pay any attention to their plates. Seeing that his guests
weren’t going to be getting to their meals any time soon,
Black Jesus requested two doggy bags to go for them.
    Usually Gangsta and Black Jesus never met up to
make their exchange, but the drug lord wanted his old friend
to come out to see his new restaurant so he obliged him.
They both showed up in identical rentals. After the outing,
Gangsta would leave in the car with the bricks stashed
inside and one of Jesus’ men would leave in the car with the
money hidden in it. The transaction had been made like this
for years.
    Tipsy and thirty kilos richer, Gangsta and Vayda said
their goodbyes and made their way for their vehicle. Vayda
pushed the whip while Gangsta played the passenger seat.
He
placed a call to his
nephews
and told them that
everything