Code Arhangel - FAMILY #1

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Damon

It was not a priority but a cog in my role. I told Lyon to have Laura Ames, also a Pillar of the Family, take over the organization of the club, and when we were done with the fucking-matters, we continued with business.

"I have a match with Viktor tonight, I want you there" I mentioned pulling my attention away from the documents with the new orders. Lyon lit his fifth cigarette in a row without even blinking. I knew he was listening to me, so I kept going: "As soon as the race is over, we leave without bullshit. The goal is to earn the respect of the Big-team and get out of there. Before you arrive to the stadium, go Victor's warehouses and steal the merchandise." I opened the drawer and gave him some marked dollars. "They must suspect the Makap gang, not us."

"I leave clues, come to you," he said succinctly.

I nodded smiling.

"Have fun but take it easy. We have to shake the confidence between Mexicans and Big guy without taking ten steps back."

He made a ball of money and put it in his pocket. As he stood up, I tossed him a photo of Miller. He caught it in the air and studied long enough to commit the image to his memory. When he looked at me, I explained before asking the question. "Show it to Ramon and Laura and tell Wolf to keep his hands off the iron."

He put the photo in his pants and disappeared.

As soon as the door closed, I dialed Max's number putting the call on speakerphone. I had never been in the mood to hear him, but in my turn, I had to inform him the developments. If I had anyone superior, it was Max Giscard. At the same time, I opened the drawer staring at the cocaine. A dangerous mixture that shouldn't have been kept near me. I cleared as much space as I needed, took out the bag and spread a thin line on the wooden surface. I folded a dollar, approached the dust, breathed in. The drug entered me with incredible speed, took an upward course and spread like a veil taking over my senses.

Cocaine could help me or kill me. It had done that several times. One of them had sent me to rehab, a second to a cliff and from there to intensive care -in this case there was a gap in my memory. I couldn't remember if due to an overdose I thought the car was an airplane or realizing that I had to reduce speed at the turn I pressed the brake, but it didn't work.

Whatever happened didn't matter.

I found myself in the hospital with a bone pressing on my heart. I was taken to the operating room and spent several months of inactivity until I fully recovered. Meanwhile, I received a visit from Max. I signed a piece of paper at the point was written Head of Family, without asking more information. At that period, I thought I had accepted the case because I didn't want to disappoint Max or VMA, but deep inside I knew that doing this I was giving value to myself. In fact, I had hit rock bottom. I was trapped.

I lay down on the back of the chair, let myself release. My body responded immediately. An electric wave reached my spine, constricted my pores, and spread to my extremities, erasing the remains of alcohol in its wake. The blur dissipated, the pupil dilated, and the colors came alive.

So fake and so real was that bitch.

It wasn't weakness as Max used to call it, but a completely wrong approach to the freedom that I wanted, and it could send me to my death.

"You are feeding your weakness, Damon?"

The deadly freedom was ruined when I heard his voice.

I straightened my body and sat up. Max knew me better than anyone.

"You got cameras on the room, old man? Are you watching me... again?" I wondered, rather than confirm or deny his assumptions.

"Do you think I should, Colt?"

​"Yes" I agreed and stood up. "You woold see how much you make my balls swell."

"Tell me what I want, and they'll deflate right away."

I opened the fridge grabbed a bottle of water and drank listening to his laugher. Before the drug ravaged me, I informed him of the developments. When I got some additional information from him, I was ready to hang up.

"Today you receive your Code" he reminded me. "If you don't work things out with her, let me know. I don't want to waste your time with Miller, she's not important."

I stayed with my finger on the button. It was funny that he mentioned it and at the same time irritating that he was, implicitly but not clearly, questioning me.

"Don't worry about her. I have my way; I have never let you down".

"Never," he agreed, "but in this case, if she doesn't cooperate, I must know. We took what you wanted from Christopher, am I clear?'

He was repetitive himself and I was boring. I could manage dozens of issues at the same time and get the right result. A little of cocaine didn't send me to hell, I controlled it, just as I controlled the members of the Family and by extension Miller.

After finishing with him I contacted Myra Holmes. The lawyer was obliged to help me. I confirmed that she had received my Code following the schedule. Then I looked through the car magazines scattered across my desk, found the case file, the attachment that concerned me, and spread out some photos in front of me.

"Eva De Miller" I muttered, observing a recent picture.

She was brunet. Her hair at the height of the shoulders, colorless epi-skin but perfectly in harmony with the dark color of her eyes. Strong cheekbones, small and rich lips. I saw sadness in her eyes and a vein that rose every inch in her neck fading into her lips. She was sweeter than Laila kneeling between my legs and sourer than any Barbie I would choose to fuck.

Miller was interesting.

I smiled, threw the photo away and plunged into the fake world of whiteness. Everything was more intense when I had the bitch inside me.