A Thug's Family ( Editing )

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Sitting at the round table making boss moves - Rich Homie Quan.

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Zyir woke up with money on his mind. He was eager to start bringing in business and making more money. He wanted to start fresh, make new connects and expand his business. He already had a meeting with an Mexican cartel today where they will be talking about joining teams.

An Mexican cartel would be good for the shit Zyir had planned for his organization, and working with them could bring in tons of money. The Mexican cartel had exactly what he needed, foreign drugs. Nobody in the Bronx ever had a taste of the shit they was dealing with in Mexico. Zyir hoped he could work with them, and get an order in today.

Zyir got dressed in a designer dress clothes, he wanted to let Cortez know he meant business. Leaving his moms house Zyir headed straight to the trap to be on time for this meeting.

Zyir and Malik sat waiting his office waiting for Cortez and his crew to come. About five minutes later in walked in Cortez. They stood as a sign of respect and greeted him with an handshake.

"You must be Zyir, I've heard about you." Cortez smiled.

"Good things I hope." Zyir joked as they sat back down.

"And you must be Malik." He turned towards Malik flashing him a smile and Malik gave him a slight smile.

"So what made you decide to want to do business with my cartel?" Cortez asked putting a cigar to his lips and getting serious.

"I've heard how y'all got down in Mexico with the drugs and shit. And I know you protect the ones you do business with. With me being out of jail and shit now I know its gone be some niggas that's gone want to dead me." Zyir said while rubbing his hands together

"Teaming up with my cartel, I send some of my workers down here to work with you. I'll send shipments every two to three weeks depending on the day. I get fifteen percent of all profits you make. Now I must warn you, I'm putting my trust in you and your whole organization, once you lose that trust, it will never be gained again" Cortez spoke swiftly.

"As long as everybody is on the same page, we have a deal." Zyir said.

"In order to fully compose of this deal you both will need to sign this contract." Cortez asked pulling the contract and a pen out of his suit pocket.

"A contract for what?" Malik asked eyeing him, he was so quiet that they almost forgot he was even here.

"It just states that I'll send some of my best workers to work with you. And we agreed to do business with each other. And every four months you both or one of your most trusted worker will show up to Mexico for business and things like that." He assured them. Malik nodded his head, as he tool the contract and signed his name, then passing it to Zyir as he did the same.

"I'll send for your shipment at 6 O'clock, don't be late." Cortez said as he gathered his things to leave.

"Don't worry, I'll have some of my workers to be there​, nice doing business with you." Zyir spoke shaking his hand sealing the deal.