Cartel

Chapter 2 | Filthy Money

The narcos who had handicapped my mother turned me into the man of the house at a very young age. It was my duty to protect my family so I knew I was going to have to make decisions I wouldn't be so proud of. I needed money, and I needed money fast, I called a good friend of mine Alejandro, his older brother Omar was looking for some people who could help him deliver some drugs, guns you know, doing the same job that had gotten my dad killed. I had no choice though, I needed money. I went to Alejandro's apartment which was about ten minutes away from my house, his brother, Omar was coming to Alejandro's house to give me stuff to sell. I was anxious, pretty much because his brother was a real narc, he actually killed people, never innocent ones he would say. Still, I didn't want him thinking I was this dumb ass twenty-four year old kid who had nothing better to do but waste people's time. He came in through the front door about fifteen minutes after I had gotten there. This was my first time meeting him and he looked exactly like the guy I had pictured in my head, bald head, designer glasses, and your typical tucked in pollo shirt and gun holster. "Is that him?" Omar asked Alejandro. Alex, nodded. "Alright, here's what you need to sell." He tossed a black backpack onto Alex's desk and instructed me to be very careful with all of this. He told me how this job could give or take my life. I had no guarantee I would wake up in the morning by working for this guy, so I knew I had to be smart but most importantly, careful. Omar told me that Alex and I were going to be delivering drugs to people here in our own town. He gave Alex and I both an M1911 hand pistol and a sweet bulletproof vest. This was serious shit, he even gave us a truck to drive around in. "Let's get to business now boys!" Yelled Omar as he came in the house, he had gone outside to attend a phone call. "I will give you both $1,300 USD by the end of today if all goes well and you guys don't fail me, what do you say?" I immidiately said yes followed by a swift "Yeah" from Alex. I could use $1,300 USD as soon as possible no doubt. Right before Omar was going to leave he gave Alex and I both walkie-talkies and a paper which noted all the places we needed to cover, he wished us good luck and told us to be extremely careful, almost making it look as if he was starting to regret this. I let Alex drive the truck since he was way more of a better driver then I was. I couldn't believe it though, we were on our way to deliver cocaine. I quit my job as a landscaper because even though this new job I had grabbed wasn't stable whatsoever, I was going to earn what I earned in about half a year as a landscaper working one day here, I wasn't lying either. Our first sale was with apparently some guy named Señor Valdez, we pulled up to his house and you could tell right away this guy was a corrupt Mexican official. He lived in the healthier part of Mexico which was in a small town called Rosarito, fifteen minutes away from Cd. Juarez on car. He had four luxury cars and a huge over sized house. We were delivering $20,000 worth of cocaine to this guy but he also wanted a seperate $100 bag of coke, which meant he used it. So he couldn't have been a narc, top narcos never use their own product, and he wasn't a civilian because no civilian could afford that much product. I was right, the guy was a lawyer, how would I know that? Well, he gave us his card. That was the most cash I had ever seen in my life, it was almost too surreal, I'd never seen that much money in my life at once. We made several deliveries that day and totaled an amount of $255,000 USD in one day. It was incredible how fast and easy we had gone through that bag. We had leftover coke left in the bag that Omar had let us keep. Alex and I decided we were going to sell the leftovers because we were sure the profit wouldn't dissapont. We figured we could easily find some crackheads on the street who would want to buy it for cheap. We really just wanted to sell it fast since it was already late. The one thing that I remember enjoying from that night was the attention we received due to the fancy single cab truck. It was one of the newer versions and it really had caught my eye, I knew that's what I wanted to work for. For better things, for a better life. To give my mom the world. We saw a couple of look like crack addicts hanging out by the back of a store and proceeded towards them. We got out of the truck and started to walk there way. "Hey, you guys looking for some of that good product?" I asked, "How much can we get for $60 USD?" The guy asked. I told him I'd give him $150 USD worth of cocaine for $80 USD right now. He told me all they had was $60 USD but I wasn't going to budge easily, I knew crackheads around this area weren't as bad and broke as some of the others I'd seen. The couple later agreed they would accept the deal. The guy reached into his backpack to get his money but I was shocked when the kid pulled out a pistol and raised it to my head. Just great I thought, just what we needed, to make matters worst, the guy's girlfriend pulls out a little revolver and aims it at Alex. He instructed me to give him the bag filled with coke. "You boys don't know what the drug business is all about!" He yelled as he poked my forehead with his gun. For it being my first time being threatened with a gun to my face, I was pretty calm. "You guys stink like newbies." Apparently, he had found out we weren't no drug lords somehow. I admired this guy, for being on his feet, I had to give it to him, he'd manage to find out somehow that Alex and I weren't so familiar with the drug trade that he felt like we were vulnerable because of that. He was so wrong. He kept devoting his attention to his girlfriend, almost as if he was trying to show off to her. I knew I had to do something. "Take it and leave." I told him. But let my friend and I go, that's fair enough right? He looked at his girlfriend and she didn't say anything, but you knew she wouldn't have been pleased. "Leave." He whispered under his breath. Alex and I both took sighs of relief. "Thanks man!" I told him. As he lowered his gun out of my range, I reached into my back pocket where I had kept the gun that Omar had given me and I shot the guy a total of four times before switching over and shooting his girlfriend, I shot her twice and the first bullet had hit her dead on in the face and the second shot had been out of habit. They were both dead now, because of me. I turned to look at Alex and the look he gave kind of put me in an uncomfortable feeling. I grabbed the bag of coke and recovered $15 USD from the junkie's backpack, he didn't even have $60 USD. I told Alex to get in the truck because we had to leave, but just before I got into the truck, I pulled out my gun again and put a bullet right in between both of the lifeless junkie's skull's. I wanted to leave my mark there, I wanted whoever found their bodies to feel the fear, I had felt when I had lost my parent, after that day, I was never the same person again.