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Saint Alvarez paced back and forth in his living room while looking out onto the Miami skyline

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Saint Alvarez paced back and forth in his living room while looking out onto the Miami skyline. He was waiting on an important call from his cousin, Juan, so that he could send him on his next job.

"What the fuck is this fool doing?" Saint murmured to himself as he sat down behind his desk and grabbed his phone. He was about to call Juan and see where he was, but Juan had beat him to the punch.

"About fucking time!" Saint growled into the phone.

"My bad fool. Baby mama was trippin', but what's up? What's the plan?" He asked.

 Baby mama was trippin', but what's up? What's the plan?" He asked

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Juan

"I got some snakes in my circle that recently just got arrested. I need to you to get on the inside and take their ass out."

"Shit I'm on it. High speed chase here I come!"

"Just don't get yourself killed. I'll make sure to get you bailed out, but get it done."

"I'm on it, tonto." Juan said, hanging up. Saint tossed his phone on his desk and looked over at the picture of him, his sister, and his brother that was taken years ago. He was a triplet and the oldest out of the Alvarez trio, and he took his older brother role seriously. Though he and his brother despised each other something serious, he still cared about him even if the feeling wasn't mutual. His sister, on the other hand, was his heart and he'd do anything for her. When he entered the game, he didn't intend on his sister entering the game with him, but once she did...there was no stopping them. Together, they ran Miami and they'd do, say, and kill anybody who got in their way.

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