Rafael was born in California in 1953 and he hadn't ever gotten the chance to leave. Maybe he was stuck or maybe he liked where he was. either way, you'd never catch him speaking about it.
He didn't speak much at all, really. His way of communication consisted of head movements and inaudible noises made from his throat. There were rumors that he was physically unable to speak.
But speech doesn't really matter when you're one of the most well-known dealers on the West coast. Even his clients were intimidated by him more often than not and they had good instincts to be.
He hadn't always been this hard, though. But he knew that no one needed to know anything of it.
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The Kingpin
FanfictionThe Black Ace runs Oakland, California's drug organization. But what happens when his own supply causes the first OD of his criminal workings?
