Free Gangsta Twist 3 by Clifford “Spud” Johnson

decision to end all ties with drugs.”
    â€œSmart. Do you think each man will understand this as I have?”
    â€œI’m not sure. I can only hope that each one respects me enough to understand my position and my decision and accept what I have to offer them.”
    â€œAnd what if they don’t?”
    Taz stared at Jorge, smiled that faintly mocking smile of his and answered him honestly. “Then things will get dicey.”
    Jorge started laughing loudly and slapped his legs. “You are a gangster, Taz! I love it! Now, let’s go and enjoy some of my country’s entertainment. I want to take you and your team out to dance the night away. Let me have my men show you to your rooms so you can have time to get some rest. Then this evening we are going to go out and do some heavy partying, Colombian style. You do know how to salsa don’t you, Taz?”
    Laughing, Taz said, “I don’t, but I have a feeling before we leave your country me and my crew will.”
    Laughing, Jorge said, “That is a fact!”

Chapter Eight
    Every last member of the crew had a hangover and a monster headache as they boarded the private jet for their flight to Los Angeles. Once they were settled on the plane they all fell into a deep sleep. After a couple of hours into the flight Taz woke to use the restroom. After he was finished he sat back down and thought about how smoothly things went with Jorge Santa Cruz and wondered if things would go as smooth with Danny Orumutto.
    He was more than relieved that the drug lord had chosen to accept his offer because out of the three associates the Network conducted their business with, drug-wise Jorge was by far the most ruthless. Even though each man was ruthless in their own right, Taz felt he could deal with the others easier than he could if he had to take Jorge to war. Even with the Russians backing him it would have been an ugly war. War wasn’t profitable and if it could be avoided that was the way he would go. If it couldn’t then he would do what he had to do in order to make sure that the war didn’t last too long. That meant going all out, fast and hard until his adversaries were no more. That was the only way he knew how to war: hit them hard and hit them fast. If he even thought for a second he was going to be challenged aggressively by anyone for the decisions he made for the Network then he wasn’t going to waste any time removing whoever chose to go against them.
    He sighed and tried to get comfortable so he could get some more rest. Two days in Colombia partying with Jorge took a lot out of him. Jorge partied just as hard as the Russians; instead of vodka his drink of choice was expensive vintage wines, and they had a powerful kick when a lot was consumed. Damn, my head is killing me, he said to himself as he closed his eyes.
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    Saint Tramon was sitting on her bed stroking her latest boy toy’s broad shoulders, smiling lovingly at him when her cell phone rang. She sighed annoyingly as she reached and grabbed her phone. “What is it, Damon?”
    Her personal assistant hated disturbing her, especially whenever she was entertaining one of her many boy toys. Saint Tramon was not to be messed with whenever she was in one of her horny moods, but he knew she needed to know about the call he had just received. He inhaled deeply and said, “Forgive me, Saint Tramon, but I have received a call from some associates of yours and they have informed me that Taz and a few of his people spent the last two days in Colombia with Jorge Santa Cruz and are now on their way back to L.A. I thought that you would want to know about this as soon as possible, ma’am.”
    â€œColombia? What is that little boy up to flying out to see Jorge?”
    â€œI have no clue, ma’am. Is there anything you would like for me to do about this matter?”
    â€œNo. Keep your eyes and ears out in L.A. on alert and let them know I