The Beauty of Intelligence

4.

•RAFAEL•

I do not suffer from insanity. I enjoy every
minute of it.
-Edgar Allen Poe

As soon as I saw her I became infatuated with her long black hair and even darker black eyes. Her eyes drew me in from the very first moment the dark abyss that reflected against the starless New York sky. She was different from most of the girls I saw, she didn't have the sparkle most of them had. It was like someone snuffed it out and I was on a mission to restore it back to its rightful place.

She was a mystery to me that needed solving. I looked into her background and the only thing I found out was her birthday and her parents. She was birthed by a druggie and an abuser. If that's already not a tragic background then I don't know what is. Her mother was still alive but her father was killed when she was younger.

I tried to find out more than what was already in plain sight. I didn't care about her net worth or what hospital worked at— although that will come in handy when I buy it in the near future— I want to know what she's went through to make her so... mad at the world.

When I accidentally on purpose bumped into her she tried to come off as this unfeeling intimidating person. And although that might work on other people I saw right through that facade. I've always been good at reading people's emotions and it paid off in my line of work. Reina was an angry person mad at the cards life dealt her and instead of feeling that anger an moving on she pushed it down until she became numb to everything around her.

I know this because I did the same thing when I was younger. Jumping from foster home to foster home you choose to not become attached to the families you get handed to and when you counter some pretty bad ones you decide to not feel anything anymore. I was in that hole until one day I got beat up pretty bad and decided things were going to change.

I started selling cocaine and a little bit of weed on the side, making money, to buy even more drugs until I was getting enough money to start buying hundreds of kilos from my plug until I became the biggest drug lord in Chicago. I never finished high school since I dropped out when I was sixteen.

Most people thought I was dumber than a rock until I proved them wrong. I might not be book smart but I'm damn sure street smart and I make more money than the assholes who had their opinions back in the day.

But the only annoying thing about being the biggest plug in the U.S is that the feds are on my back trying to catch enough evidence to put me away from good—of course, they're not going to get anywhere because I keep my shit on lock and they know it that's why they keep targeting me.

I lock my hands behind my head and lean back in my chair as I watch the feds raid one of my cooking locations. I have a dirty agent who tells me information ahead of time so I can get my shit together.

They empty boxes on the ground, making a complete mess as they ransack the place. I laugh when they finish and look around at their surroundings wondering how the hell I keep getting away. Nathaniel Paul the agent leading the task force and someone whose made it their lifes mission to see me behind bars, looks up at the camera I'm watching them through. I move the camera around to let him know I'm watching them. He flips me off before ordering the agents to leave.

That's right fucker you lost and you'll remain doing so.

I enjoy watching people, the way their minds run in utter chaos and they tend to do stupid things. It entertains me. I inhale the smoke from my blunt and throw my head back as I let the smoke waft from my mouth. My smile turns into a full-blown laugh as I think about the way I'm going to turn the government's world around.

God I love chaos, I tend to thrive on it.