2 Chapter 1 (2/2)

Five hundred thousand dollars in potential profit, and Marco Rodriguez had driven the G.o.dd.a.m.n truck right into the open arms of the American Drug Enforcement Administration. Emilio's c.o.ke was in lockdown in some government warehouse, the dealers of Los Angeles were screaming for more product to fill the void, and Emilio was down half a million big ones.

He cast Julian an irritated look. Julian stopped chewing on the ice cube in his mouth and let it sit on his tongue.

'Can we get into the DEA warehouse?' Emilio asked, already knowing the answer.

Julian shook his head, swallowing his ice. 'Nope.'

Emilio nodded in resignation. 'Then, you know what we need to do.'

'Pay Marco a visit?'

Even the mention of the f.u.c.ker's name made Emilio want to smash his fists into the man until his eyeb.a.l.l.s burst and his teeth shattered.

'Pay Marco a visit,' Emilio echoed his younger brother. 'And his family,' he added. 'He has children, no? A wife?'

He was going to teach this f.u.c.ker a lesson. A big lesson. And then he was going to shoot him and let him bleed out as punishment.

'Three children,' Julian said warily. 'One wife.'

'Good,' Emilio said. 'Tonight, then. We'll pay them a little visit they won't soon forget.'

Julian looked troubled.

'You know what they say about extraordinary times?' Emilio mused, puffing on his cigar again. 'They call for extraordinary measures.'

'You want me to f.u.c.k the family up?' Julian asked.

'No,' Emilio replied, smiling so his lips stretched wide, baring his teeth. 'Leave that to me.'

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