bitch-ass J.D. again, I’m killing him. We can’t take losses like this. This ain’t cool. Not at all.”
“Best believe we will see his ass again.”
Chapter 11
Dig A Hole
Joaquin looked like an ordinary white man, but he was Mexican. He had blue eyes and if it wasn’t for his dialect, people would assume he was American. He was dressed in expensive jeans, driver shoes and a watch that cost as much as a car. He arrived at Alex’s condo in a chauffeur-driven Rolls Royce Phantom. There was a Colombian girl who appeared to be a teenager in the back of the car with him. Alex instantly thought about what Isabella had told him.
“This is Penelope,” Joaquin said proudly when Alex approached the car. Alex shook her hand. The girl looked like a younger version of Isabella. Alex led them into his building. They took the elevator to Alex’s penthouse and when they were seated Joaquin immediately began to talk business. “I have a plan for us.”
“I’m all ears.”
“Isabella told you about the new product.”
“Yes.”
“What did you think?”
“It’s risky.”
“How?”
“People OD on heroin and die.”
”If you’re fortunate enough to live then you’re unfortunate enough to die…it’s called life. So what’s your point?” Joaquin was very casual when he spoke of mortality, probably because where he grew up he was surrounded by death on a daily basis so he had become indifferent to it.
“I have a conscience.”
“I have one too.”
That comment made Alex eye Penelope who hadn’t spoken a word. Alex wondered if she could speak English, so he offered her something to drink using a hand motion.
“Agua,” she said, confirming Alex’s thought that she spoke little-to-no English. Alex came back with a glass of filtered water and handed it to Penelope, who was now sitting on Joaquin’s lap.
“If somebody overdoses it’ll bring heat,” Alex said, feeling uncomfortable watching Isabella’s husband sport his side chick in front of him.
“Alex, you don’t understand. You are working with an elite group.”
“And?” Alex questioned. He was actually about to say something else but he was distracted by Penelope rubbing on Joaquin’s chest and giving him small pecks on the jaw. Alex still thought that Isabella was prettier. This girl was just replaceable arm candy. As if reading Alex’s mind, Joaquin barked something in Spanish, which brought all that unnecessary foreplay to a halt. Penelope stood up, smiled, walked to the other side of the room and sat on the sofa.
“My lawyers make cases go away.”
“This is Georgia. It’s a little bit different out here, friend.”
“I know about Georgia. Alex, you’re not the only one I’ve been supplying out here.”
Alex’s eyebrows rose. “Really?”
“I already have a guy out here and he’s selling tons of heroin, maybe the biggest heroin dealer in Atlanta.”
“So what the hell do you need me for?”
“I want to get rid of him.”
“What do you mean?”
“He crossed me, Alex, so he must die,” Joaquin smiled and said, as if the idea of that person dying brought him some sort of pleasure. Alex thought about the night he’d gotten head from Isabella. He knew if Joaquin found out he would die too.
“How did he cross you?”
“He is getting product from a rival cartel. Somebody that I know.”
“You’re going to kill him for that?”
“I made him into a multimillionaire. For that alone I deserve loyalty.”
“But you benefited, too.”
“That’s not the point. Loyalty is everything to me.” Alex couldn’t help but think that that same loyalty must not apply to his wife and marriage.
“I understand that, but I’m still uneasy about dealing heroin.”
“Over twenty thousand motherfuckers died in Mexico last month. It’s part of the business. It’s part of fate. When it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go.”
“I’m trying to get out the game, not get into it even deeper. After
“Best believe we will see his ass again.”
Chapter 11
Dig A Hole
Joaquin looked like an ordinary white man, but he was Mexican. He had blue eyes and if it wasn’t for his dialect, people would assume he was American. He was dressed in expensive jeans, driver shoes and a watch that cost as much as a car. He arrived at Alex’s condo in a chauffeur-driven Rolls Royce Phantom. There was a Colombian girl who appeared to be a teenager in the back of the car with him. Alex instantly thought about what Isabella had told him.
“This is Penelope,” Joaquin said proudly when Alex approached the car. Alex shook her hand. The girl looked like a younger version of Isabella. Alex led them into his building. They took the elevator to Alex’s penthouse and when they were seated Joaquin immediately began to talk business. “I have a plan for us.”
“I’m all ears.”
“Isabella told you about the new product.”
“Yes.”
“What did you think?”
“It’s risky.”
“How?”
“People OD on heroin and die.”
”If you’re fortunate enough to live then you’re unfortunate enough to die…it’s called life. So what’s your point?” Joaquin was very casual when he spoke of mortality, probably because where he grew up he was surrounded by death on a daily basis so he had become indifferent to it.
“I have a conscience.”
“I have one too.”
That comment made Alex eye Penelope who hadn’t spoken a word. Alex wondered if she could speak English, so he offered her something to drink using a hand motion.
“Agua,” she said, confirming Alex’s thought that she spoke little-to-no English. Alex came back with a glass of filtered water and handed it to Penelope, who was now sitting on Joaquin’s lap.
“If somebody overdoses it’ll bring heat,” Alex said, feeling uncomfortable watching Isabella’s husband sport his side chick in front of him.
“Alex, you don’t understand. You are working with an elite group.”
“And?” Alex questioned. He was actually about to say something else but he was distracted by Penelope rubbing on Joaquin’s chest and giving him small pecks on the jaw. Alex still thought that Isabella was prettier. This girl was just replaceable arm candy. As if reading Alex’s mind, Joaquin barked something in Spanish, which brought all that unnecessary foreplay to a halt. Penelope stood up, smiled, walked to the other side of the room and sat on the sofa.
“My lawyers make cases go away.”
“This is Georgia. It’s a little bit different out here, friend.”
“I know about Georgia. Alex, you’re not the only one I’ve been supplying out here.”
Alex’s eyebrows rose. “Really?”
“I already have a guy out here and he’s selling tons of heroin, maybe the biggest heroin dealer in Atlanta.”
“So what the hell do you need me for?”
“I want to get rid of him.”
“What do you mean?”
“He crossed me, Alex, so he must die,” Joaquin smiled and said, as if the idea of that person dying brought him some sort of pleasure. Alex thought about the night he’d gotten head from Isabella. He knew if Joaquin found out he would die too.
“How did he cross you?”
“He is getting product from a rival cartel. Somebody that I know.”
“You’re going to kill him for that?”
“I made him into a multimillionaire. For that alone I deserve loyalty.”
“But you benefited, too.”
“That’s not the point. Loyalty is everything to me.” Alex couldn’t help but think that that same loyalty must not apply to his wife and marriage.
“I understand that, but I’m still uneasy about dealing heroin.”
“Over twenty thousand motherfuckers died in Mexico last month. It’s part of the business. It’s part of fate. When it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go.”
“I’m trying to get out the game, not get into it even deeper. After
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