A Forced Hand

They always promised so much. I was never sure how much they could deliver, but at this point, I had no choice but to believe them. After my little... how you say... accident, it was either this or I'd end up at the bottom of one of my bosses' swimming pools.

My mother always told me to stay away from la cocaina, but it was my only way to get into the business. I started as a mule and worked my way up to push the product myself. It took a hell of a lot of hard work and determination but I finally made it up the ladder – and it took just one night to threaten my whole career.

All I wanted to do was provide for my family. Working as a dish washer in Los Estados Unidos wouldn't have been enough for my mother, my brothers, my uncles. I wanted to start over, move out of this country and start a new life for my family. I wanted a beautiful, white woman with a large buttock as my wife, and six children. Once I was done with this job, I could have all of those things – if I made it out alive.

They drove me to his house blindfolded; I wouldn't have been able to find the place again even if I had driven myself.

I had only been there once, and it hadn't changed – it was still the run-down piece of crap it always had been. He thought he was much more important than he really was – some two-bit hit man with just enough product to keep the lights on. He thought he was Tony Montana.

One day, I'll be more than he could ever imagine. I'm a hard worker; he's a lazy bitch, excuse my language. He could've been so much more, from what I've heard, but he never amounted to much. That's not my path – I'll have a house in the hills, a vacation home in Jamaica, a blonde wife.

But first I had to do what I was being paid to do.

Maybe the cocaina did me a favor after all.

I took a step out of the car with his bodyguards flanking me on either side; I had to figure out just how the hell I was going to do this, and then how I was going to get out of there. Somehow, though, I would have my money, my wife, my life, my generation back in a little over twelve hours.

God willing.

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