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🔷🔹Klaus POV🔹🔷
Sunday, July 2nd
7:23 pm
Tonight I am meeting the gang. To inform them about the team coming in tomorrow. We never let anyone new into the community without everyone in the gang knowing because of security reasons, caah have any and anybody a come in.
But for now, I am focusing on how to get the money that the gang makes from scamming and many other illegal ways clean.
We have multiple different businesses from the tourism sector which make the cleanest money to restaurants, strip clubs, adventure parks etc.
But lately, we have made more money scamming than ever before and it's getting a lot harder to hide it.
If you are not careful when it comes to scamming, the feds will catch on and were are not just worried about the Jamaican police cause if it was up to them incompetent fool deh alone I wouldn't be worried.
But we also have the FBI on our tails waiting for any bit of crumbs to fall so that they can pin it on us.
I have kept the business clean and have stopped myself from being put in a 4by4 dull concrete room and I intend on continuing to do so.
A call comes in from my lawyer Mr Reid I have known him all my life as he has been the family lawyer.
"Mr R," whenever he calls without us having a reason to it worries me.
He only does this when it has to do with my illegal side of life.
"Klaus, the draft for the contract needs to cut back, I think there is a loophole that they are trying to get through which if they do would gravely affect us" he's talking in code which means that the fed is watching the scamming.
The scamming that I do isn't the little "bang the line" scamming that Jamaicans are used to my thing is much bigger than that.
My scamming uses banks, appliance stores, government officials, art, bitcoin and many others and uses people from all over the world. I am more of a con artist than a scammer.
"Okay Mr R I will review it and we can meet at our regular place at the same time as always" With that I ended the call.
The meeting with the gang is now more important than ever if we all plan on staying out of prison.
I call Bulla to see if him and the man dem reach our regular spot where we always meet.
"Yow the man dem reach?" his background is noisy which means he's probably there.
"Yes most a the man dem reach yes, A you wi a wait pon mi don"
"Ahh ago probably reach deh late"
If there is one thing I know since being in this business is that no matter how much you trust the people around they would be the fastest person to tek yuh three points,
So I either make them think I am reaching early and reach there late or say I am going to be late and be there early, sometimes I go there exactly when I say so nuh man caah program mi.
Grabbing my black pullover I put it on and head out the door heading straight for the club.
Where the men and I meet is at a club called Paradise that I own in New Kingston. We have our meetings in the basement beneath the club.
Arriving at the club I park in the underground parking checking my surroundings before I exit the car, call mi paranoid but mi nah mek no man tek my three points suh.
Entering the club I am immediately hit with the aroma of sweat, liquor and weed something that I have gotten used to since owning a club.
I make my way to the stairs that leads to the basement and enter the code that opens the door to the conference room I made for the gang.
Upon entry, I see my right hand Bulla and the rest a the dem man. Seeing me they all stand and nod acknowledging me.
"Alright let's get straight to the business"
I want to get this over with quickly so that I can get home and get some sleep because the last few months have been nothing but stressful for me.
"First thing you all know bout the youth centre mi a build and how some a the man dem inna the community violate mi by not building mi things while dem tek mi money" They nod their heads in response and I continue.
"So cause a dat mi a bring in some new man fi build the ting, and mi nuh wah hear noting from nuh man bout nuh diss ting, a unuh cause dat pon unnuh self"
I could see that this news wasn't going well with some of the man dem as some start mumble underneath their breaths but not loud enough for me to hear
"And mi nuh wah nuh man a mumble unda them breath if yuh have someting fi seh say it" Cause them man yah come fi piss mi off
They immediately got silent which show mi seh dem nuh have nothing fi seh.
"The man dem apart of a company and they will be in their company clothing mi do a background check of all the man dem and dem clean suh unuh nuh have noting fi worry bout" There was no way I was going to allow strangers to roam the garrison mi live and nuh know who them related to are if them ago be a threat.
"Another ting mi ago waah unuh kool off a the scamming, mi know seh unuh have more dan enough money already and mi nah tell nuh man how much money him suppose to have but unuh have fi think smartly about the scamming nuh mek greed cloud unuh judgement, cause right now ting nuh look too gud when it comes on to the feds" I explain and look around the room, searching for the face that is upset at what I said.
A greed mek nuff man reach a prison and mi nuh mek that catch mi.
After some more talking bout the runnings of couple programs mi cut.
Tomorrow mi affi go meet the construction team at the square and carry dem to the site.
Mi hope to God seh this nuh create no animosity inna the community or inna the gang cause mi know a nuff man nuh like weh a gwaan.
But dem know betta dan fi question mi.
Mi hope seh dah one catty deh weh fada own the Hardware come cause mi wah fi see if mi can mek a one move.
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