Mike's P.O.V:
"Aight so these Spanish muthafuckas already mad we late let's do this and get the fuck out"
I hate doin drops with the Mexicans their so relentless and don't care about shit. They be choppin they own people's heads off they fo' damn sure don't give a damn bout me.
"¿Hola mis asociados por qué tan tarde hoy?"
That's Salazar, muthafucka know I'm black and don't speak no Spanish, yet still that in that language.
"Hola hola compadre, nigga why you speaking that shit to me? English muthafucka. Look I go yo shit-"
I dropped it on the table
"Where the money at"
Salazar said some shit in Spanish and signaled for his people to get the stuff
"Es buen juefe" one of his people said
I looked at Tommie then looked back at Salazar
"Well ese" I mocked his Spanish accent
He pulled out 3 stacks of money and placed it on the table. Just as Tommie reached for it he pulled out a gun.
"Why are you being so disrespectful for ese?" I can see his eyes become narrow and dark.
"You have my people and I wait for an extra 30 minutes, and you're the one the attitude? Mierda."
He clocks the gun back
I can feel Tommie and I grow tense at the sound of a clocked back gun, but we know better than to show weakness.
"You have nothing to say now huh? With death staring at you right in the face it's different... debo matar tus culos negros. But I won't, you have good product."
He puts the gun in his waist and I feel a sigh of relief.
He slides the cash across the table and does this sinister chuckle
"Till next time mis compadres"
He winks at Tommie and I then leaves..
That was too close for comfort.
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Till The End Of Time
General FictionTommie and Mike both big time drug dealers who vowed to keep the family business running, but what will happen when Tommie runs into an old flame?
