A Week Before
Kingston POV
"¿Están todas las drogas cargadas en los camiones," King asked Pablo?
Translation- Are all the drugs loaded onto the trucks.
"Sí señor, ¿quiere que les dé luz roja para embarcarlos," Pablo questioned?
Translation- Yes sir, Do you want me to give them the red light to ship them off.
"Te dije que les dieras el semáforo en rojo ayer.
¿Qué es lo que no entiendes? Los federales nos están tomando medidas enérgicas," I hollered!?
Translation- I told you to give them the red light yesterday. What do you not understand? The feds are cracking down on us.
"Lo siento mucho señor, yo-," Pablo was cut off.
Translation- I'm so sorry sir, I'll-
"¡Aléjate de mi vista antes de que te mate donde estás," I gritted out angry watching him scramble out of my office!
Translation- Get the hell out of my sight before I kill you where you Stand!
"I sigh," putting my hands on my head in distress.
My dad has been on my ass about the feds busting in one of my drug warehouses. Rumors has it that there's a snake. Thank god no drugs had shipped in yet.
I'm currently transferring most of my product to Mississippi. We're doing it fast but discreetly.
Our Cartel has dominated most of the south from Louisiana to Virginia. I'm located now in Texas.
I own multiple Casino's, Truck Driving Businesses, Restaurants, and let me not forget about the Hair Salons.
Not just in the south but all over the world. I have to wash my money somehow.
I can't be walking around with dirty money. If it's not clean money, I don't want it. We make this shit look legit as possible.
So all I'm sitting right here wondering is, who the fuck the feds getting their information from?
I took the battery out of the burner phone, throwing it in the garbage can.
I grabbed another one out of my stash calling Leel.
It rung 3 times before he picked up.
*Ring*
*Ring*
*Ring*
"Your father just called me, how could you let the fucking feds build a case on your dumbass. You been hiring all these snake ass niggas and they're snitching on your-," leel couldn't finish.
"I'm handling it, right now as we speak," I said cutting him off.
Leel is my right hand. More like a brother to me. He been my homeboy since I was a youngin.
He keeps me on my pivot. Not afraid to speak his mind.
He's located in Mississippi where he runs most of our businesses down there.
"It doesn't look like you're handling it. They attempted to bust into one of your warehouses. You have a fucking snitch flaunting around you," leel spatted!
The more he lectured me the angrier I grew.
"¿No crees que ya sé esa mierda? Como acabo de decir, lo estoy manejando," I hollered in the phone!
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MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND
FanfictionIn a world of danger and deception, Ciauna's life takes a dramatic turn when Kingston, her brother's best friend, reappears after their intimate encounter. As she tries to move on, his return reignites a long-buried passion. Trapped between her head...
