for a Peruvian drug cartel, and now has strong ties to some of the world’s wealthiest people and is feared globally.
Nate was the only person Mox kept in contact with during his vacation, because he dwelled in the circle of assassins. If anybody could find out information on the man who killed Mox’s parents, it was him, so he kept him close.
Papi, 28 years old, 5ft 8inches, 175 pounds, is in control of the Bronx borough. While working with Mox at the car wash, Papi stashed as much money as he could before leaving and was able to open up two bodegas on the Northside of the BX. Mox mainly used the stores as stash spots.
Just like in prison, if it was a weapon you needed, all you had to do was go see the Spanish dudes. On the streets, it was no different. Papi had the illest gun connect heard of and anything The Union needed, he supplied. To be the most humble out of the crew, Papi had the means to cause the most damage.
The Union would meet with the Italians on the first Sunday of the New Year at the Pallazzo Hotel in Las Vegas to discuss the previous month’s earnings and go over the outline for the current quarter. Any disputes Union Reps have toward each other are addressed at the meet and usually taken care of.
The meeting was less than two weeks away, and Cleo was hoping that everything would go well. He was aware of the tension between his cousin, Mox, and the Italians, but he was pretty sure it could be diffused before things get out of hand. What Cleo didn’t know was that Mox had his own agenda and he was playing by his own set of rules.
SEVEN
A dense fog settled on the quiet night as Cleo stood, gun in hand, red beam dancing on Supreme's forehead. He honestly didn’t know how it had gotten to this point, but what he did know was that shit was about to get real.
His heart beat at a high rate, and his stomach was in a twist, but he had to get this done. It was his only chance to prove himself to Mox.
His hands, covered in black leather gloves, held the .40 caliber weapon firmly. His breathing was heavy after running half a block; Cleo wasn't a little dude. He stood 6 ft. 3 inches and weighed in at 302 pounds, so that half a block chase had him wheezing.
“You had to make me run, huh?” Cleo gasped. “It didn't have to come to this.” he looked directly into Supreme's his eyes.
Not a speck of fear was visible. Preme wasn’t a sucker; he was a certified gangster. “You ain’t built for no bodies, Cleo.” He drawled. “You a business man, you ain’t no killa.”
Cleo thought for a second, maybe he was right. Then again, maybe he wasn't.
“You know what?” He took a step closer. “You absolutely right, Supreme.” Cleo placed the cold steel barrel to the middle of his eyebrows. “This is business, never personal.”
He squeezed the trigger with his index finger and a round was released through the chamber. It created a deafening sound that could be heard for blocks.
The slug blew half of Supreme's brain onto the brick wall and his body collapsed to the moist pavement.
Cleo stood still for what felt like minutes, but were actually seconds, staring at Supreme's empty body. Not even realizing how far he had gone. He snapped out of his trance and departed the scene before police arrived.
__________
Mox gripped the steering wheel of the all black Denali as it muscled down the highway in route to his destination. He sang along with Sade's soft, soulful voice as ‘Soldier of Love’ whispered through the speakers.
I’m a solider of love…
Today Mox wasn’t feeling good at all, and that usually wasn't the case. A sudden tragedy had caused a major shift in the plans.
The music went silent and a beeping sound came through the speakers. It was Mox's Bluetooth connection. He looked at the display on his cell phone and quickly hit accept. He hoped it was the call he had been waiting
Nate was the only person Mox kept in contact with during his vacation, because he dwelled in the circle of assassins. If anybody could find out information on the man who killed Mox’s parents, it was him, so he kept him close.
Papi, 28 years old, 5ft 8inches, 175 pounds, is in control of the Bronx borough. While working with Mox at the car wash, Papi stashed as much money as he could before leaving and was able to open up two bodegas on the Northside of the BX. Mox mainly used the stores as stash spots.
Just like in prison, if it was a weapon you needed, all you had to do was go see the Spanish dudes. On the streets, it was no different. Papi had the illest gun connect heard of and anything The Union needed, he supplied. To be the most humble out of the crew, Papi had the means to cause the most damage.
The Union would meet with the Italians on the first Sunday of the New Year at the Pallazzo Hotel in Las Vegas to discuss the previous month’s earnings and go over the outline for the current quarter. Any disputes Union Reps have toward each other are addressed at the meet and usually taken care of.
The meeting was less than two weeks away, and Cleo was hoping that everything would go well. He was aware of the tension between his cousin, Mox, and the Italians, but he was pretty sure it could be diffused before things get out of hand. What Cleo didn’t know was that Mox had his own agenda and he was playing by his own set of rules.
SEVEN
A dense fog settled on the quiet night as Cleo stood, gun in hand, red beam dancing on Supreme's forehead. He honestly didn’t know how it had gotten to this point, but what he did know was that shit was about to get real.
His heart beat at a high rate, and his stomach was in a twist, but he had to get this done. It was his only chance to prove himself to Mox.
His hands, covered in black leather gloves, held the .40 caliber weapon firmly. His breathing was heavy after running half a block; Cleo wasn't a little dude. He stood 6 ft. 3 inches and weighed in at 302 pounds, so that half a block chase had him wheezing.
“You had to make me run, huh?” Cleo gasped. “It didn't have to come to this.” he looked directly into Supreme's his eyes.
Not a speck of fear was visible. Preme wasn’t a sucker; he was a certified gangster. “You ain’t built for no bodies, Cleo.” He drawled. “You a business man, you ain’t no killa.”
Cleo thought for a second, maybe he was right. Then again, maybe he wasn't.
“You know what?” He took a step closer. “You absolutely right, Supreme.” Cleo placed the cold steel barrel to the middle of his eyebrows. “This is business, never personal.”
He squeezed the trigger with his index finger and a round was released through the chamber. It created a deafening sound that could be heard for blocks.
The slug blew half of Supreme's brain onto the brick wall and his body collapsed to the moist pavement.
Cleo stood still for what felt like minutes, but were actually seconds, staring at Supreme's empty body. Not even realizing how far he had gone. He snapped out of his trance and departed the scene before police arrived.
__________
Mox gripped the steering wheel of the all black Denali as it muscled down the highway in route to his destination. He sang along with Sade's soft, soulful voice as ‘Soldier of Love’ whispered through the speakers.
I’m a solider of love…
Today Mox wasn’t feeling good at all, and that usually wasn't the case. A sudden tragedy had caused a major shift in the plans.
The music went silent and a beeping sound came through the speakers. It was Mox's Bluetooth connection. He looked at the display on his cell phone and quickly hit accept. He hoped it was the call he had been waiting
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