𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥 | ʙʀᴜɴᴏ sᴀɴᴛᴏs

ʙʀᴜɴᴏ sᴀɴᴛᴏs ᴀs ɪsᴍᴀᴇʟ ᴄʀᴜᴢ

ʀᴇʙᴇᴄᴄᴀ ʙɪᴀɴɢᴜᴇ ᴀs ᴀsɪᴀ sᴀɴɪ

𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖

My heart was racing as I parked my car in front of the massive mansion. The Gardners went about their day as countless of armed guards stood watch. Everyone was enjoying life and doing their thing while I nervous wreck.

I could've became a stripper or sugar baby, but when it came to life I have zero luck. Some way somehow I started helping some dudes push drugs into the country and in turn, I got paid hefty amounts of cash. But like they always say, easy money ain't always good money. To my luck, the dudes I was helping was simultaneously fucking over their suppliers. The Columbian Cartel.

I ended up bargaining with them over my life and here I was, working for the cartel. Well, not anymore. I've managed to help smuggle over twenty million dollars worth of drugs from Columbia to the U.S. Thirty shipments and all we're successful.

I gathered my things and fixed myself before getting out of the car. Before I was even able to reach the door. Lino was at the door with his signature scowl on his face. I didn't bother to start any sort of small talk with him. I simply nodded my head and he stepped aside so I could get in.

He looked like he was in one of his moods and the last thing I wanted was an argument between us when it's my last day here. "Boss is in his office." He said walking away from me.

"Well okay," I muttered underneath my breath.

I've been to this man's office so much I know even the shortcut to get there. They called me down here all the time, even if it was a small minor hiccup that could be easily fixed they called me. I know they could fix it on their own and they know it too but they love to fuck with me.

Most of the time they call and say there's something wrong so I could party with them, and even though I'm flattered I've made it clear time and time again that there will never be any type of friendship. Everything between us is strictly business.