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10:30 P.M.
I parked my car in the driveway of my three-story house. As I got out of my car, my neighbor is resting on his porch. He is a somewhat old white man that doesn't like a black person living next to him. But I am more of a foreigner though.
"Damn drug dealer!" he yelled.
He might be mad because my house is a lot better than his. Some family tried to argue with me over this house, but in this country money talks.
I do not sell drugs, although I do just one drug. Weed. In Amsterdam, weed is illegal, but I can buy weed in coffee shops. The law is weird, but at least I can drink coffee or tea and smoke a blunt. Opening my front door, I was immediately hit with the aroma of lavender, vanilla, and peach. I trekked upstairs to my daughter's bedroom. She is soundly sleeping in her bed. So I went over and kissed her on the forehead. Once I closed the door softly then I went to my bedroom and straight to my master bathroom. My eyes did turn back to its original color. Then I pulled out my phone and called one of my men.
"Hey Zo, come by tomorrow to pick up my suit." I put him on speaker as I stripped out of my suit. I looked at my body seeing all my tattoos that I have. Then some scars on my body from fights, and being shot at.
"Sure thing anything else." He asked.
"That's all Zo have a good night." I hung up the phone and stepped into the shower.
Those four men's names are Lorenzo aka Zo, Mohamed, Abel, and Daxx. Daxx and Mohamed are a part of the Jabami family. I met them when I was 16 when I lived in Greece through my dad. My dad doesn't deal in the business that I do, well none of my family do actually. We just know some remarkably powerful people. The Jabami family controls most of Japan and China. With them being a powerhouse in the medical field, some of them are politicians, lawyers, engineers, and also dealing with technology.
Outside of Hermes' work, I'm merely a mechanic. I do have a passion for cars. So I obtain wrecked, and stranded cars to fix them up and sell them. Honest work and I made a living out of it. Now with Hermes' work, I deal more with the black market business. It's how I have clove cigarettes, Cuban cigars, and many more things that are illegal. I have a ranking system of how I work. Like a mafia-type of a system with me being the Godfather. With all the ranks from associates, soldiers, capo, cons, underbosses, and boss. Capos are captains and Cons are like the right-hand man.
Now if anybody meets me well they instantly die. Hermes doesn't care about their families to a point. Children are off-limits because they are innocent. Now if they are in the family business the person is dealt with differently.
Getting into my bed, this plush yet firm mattress practically held me to sleep. A few minutes later I hear little footsteps coming into my room.
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"Poppa." I heard my daughter come in.
"Come on baby lay with me." I felt her get into my bed and move closer to me. As laid on my right arm as the fan I have plugged up blew cold air on us. I kissed her forehead before I too fell asleep.
