Gangster In A Suit. (Book 1)

Epilogue

In North-western Mexico, bordered by the states of Sonora to the north. The coastal plain is a narrow strip of land that stretches along the length of the state and lies between the Gulf and the foothills of the Sierra Madre Occidental Mountain range.

Where an international crime syndicate is based in Sinaloa. Before Gaza assumed leadership of the entire cartel, he served as the logistical coordinator, overseeing the trafficking of cocaine and heroin into the US and other European countries by aircraft, narco submarines, container ships, go-fast boats, fishing vessels, buses, rail cars, tractor trailers, and automobiles.

Gaza sits at the seat in front of the vacated desk. His tattooed fingers drumming on the arm of the chair.

"I have this under control," he repeats to prompt an answer.

He looks at Santos. He stands before the arched, floor-to-ceiling window, puffs of smoke billowing from his shadow.

"That hit was just to send a message. Next time I won't be so kind."

"Next time?" His voice gravelly and harsh-sounding. "There will be no next time."

Gaza stands with balled fists, eyes burning with undeclared resentment. "I said. I have this under control."

"You clearly don't." He turns to face him, taking out the cigar to point it at him. The light behind pouring inside, the contrast casting him into deep darkness. "You're done. Do you know what happens if they decrypt that one book? It leads them to the others, just handing them unfathomable power. You fucked up and now it's my problem to fix."

Gaza huffs irritably, yielding nonetheless.

Santos's mouth twists into the barest of smiles. "We do this my way. And we get that book back." His eyes blackening with a devoid look. "And I want the girl that took it."

"If she's still alive. She got hit during the ambush."

His teeth the only thing visible, giving Gaza a grisly smile. "Just wait until I'm done with her."