The Don and The Donna

The DEA

Light brown liquid slowly swirled around the clear ice cube in the short glass Diego held in his hand. He forced his concentration on the liquid not because he found the bourbon to be striking in anyway that was causing transfixion but because swirling the liquid was the only way to keep him from smashing it into the nearby wall.

He promised Rosa he would stop throwing hard to clean liquids into the harder to clean walls and floor of his office. He slowly sat the glass down, finally resting his eyes on the man sitting across from him. He looked into the cognac eyes that matched his own and sighed.

"Something has to be done hijo" Luis Sanchez sat back in a relaxed state despite the obvious distress he witnessed his son going through in front of him. He had been there and done that. He had faith in his son to figure out the next move just like his father had in him. He swirled a similar glass as he rested his ankle on his knee; watching the wheels turn in Diegos head.

"How much" Diego asked his father. He didn't need context to answer the question; he knew what Diego was asking him.

Luis took his time to answer. He knew the calmness Diego was forcing would shatter with his answer. He swirled the liquid again watching it move in the glass before throwing it back like a shot. He sighed and looked to meet his sons' anxious eyes.

To the untrained eye, Diego looked like he was taking the news quite well but Luis knew his son. He knew the tick in his jaw meant he was on a downward spiral and quickly losing control of his emotions. He knew the way Diego combed his fingers through his thick black hair was a sign of his anxiety.

Clearing his throat, Luis gave Diego his answer. "Five out of the eight warehouses were raided. They took everything...the guns, the drugs and our soldados are being held in some undisclosed location".

He saw the liquid hit a spot on his dress shoes before he heard that glass make contact with the wall. Diego had come a long way in his reign as Don of the Sanchez Cartel but every now and then in moments like this he completely lost control of that calm but deadly demeanor their enemies had come to fear.

Resting his eyes back on his son he watched Diegos harsh breaths as he stood away from his desk gripping his hair. Setting his glass down on the table beside him, he stood, allowing his hands to slide into his pockets.

The only people that were allowed to see Diego like this was those he trusted to see him show emotions...and that number was few. Standing to the sides waiting for orders were Diegos most trusted Lieutenants and best friends since childhood, Carlos and Mateo. They had seen this side of Diego many times and were unfazed by his reaction.

"Why the fuck are my men at an undisclosed location" Diego yelled to no in particular person. He stalked back and forth across his office like a predator hunting his prey.

It made no sense. His father and lieutenants interrupted his dinner because some shit went down in New York. It was new territory for them but everything was going as planned. In a few short months they had eight warehouses and one hundred soldiers and who knew how many mules moving product from South America to New York.

He'd invested a lot of money, time, and resources into those warehouses just for some DEA to raid it and take all his product and soldados. If it was a normal police raid they would have taken his men to jail not to an undisclosed location...the fucking DEA wanted something.

Turning to look at his father, Diego ticked his jaw at having to ask the question but knew it was necessary. Taking a seat, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What does the fucking DEA want" he asked through gritted teeth. He didn't do deals with cops and wasn't going to start.

"He wants a meeting" Mateo spoke up. He'd been the one that was there for the raid, but the DEA didn't take him so that he could pass the message to Diego. Diego wanted to know who this bold son of a bitch was to think he could request meetings with him after stealing his shit.