Chapter III
Jimmie felt the chills run inside of him as he threw up his arms and stared at his silver weapon on the floor. He had the biggest and most fearful instinct that someone, perhaps Jack, would go about shooting him in just a moments time. To his luck and perhaps life threatening decision, Jack had no plans of disposing of Jimmy so quick. He would first get what he wanted. Revenge.
"Jimmy, you held Johnny's plants and took care of his dogs, I held the killings. With every piece of blood drop on the floor, I grew better and better towards my skills. Yet, you always seemed to want to be there at the same time, the same pace and body. Now you can, Jimmy, and though you may believe I'm making lethal plans of you, I am not, I want Carlos Guzman dead in front of me, Jimmy, do you understand?" the similar height man smiled and kicked a chair behind him falling back into it. "I have good 'reflexes' when it comes to gun smoke, Jack, but as for joining up with you, well that's something that needs time--" Jack pulled out his gun. "I ain't got no time, Jimmy!" with a frown, Jimmy nodded staring into the darkness of the fire weapon. He knew he would be dead before even touching the door and that was a way deadly risk to take. "Ok, Jack, I accept your offer on one condition," Jack nodded, "That once we take Guzman, we'll settle the score between us and whoever gets to keep their miserable life, gets the old man's rewards." The offer sounded good in the ears of Jack which threw his free hand forward to seal the deal.
Lance on the other hand, was not wasting time making friends. He was hard waiting for imports in the loading bay of Flower bud. Since leaving Jack's office earlier, he had been waiting for Maria and several other things that were heading his way from England and even the Americas. "Maria, she's the only thing that keeps me up in this rotten place. If it weren't for her, man, I would be back in England with Jessie and Cassie. A crooked smile crossed his face. Waiting several more minutes showed his patience had paid off. The equipment along with Maria were there at last.
"Hey, Lance." A seducing voice took him into dreamland. Her shining, long hair flying in the wind. Smiling and walking towards him made him move in such a way, that he felt the earth itself tremble. "Maria. Had a good trip I suppose." The young girl nodded and locked one of her hands around his waist and the other she slid it across his masculine torso. "You suppose? What about a better receiving of your love?" Lance smiled and gave her what she wanted. A kiss.
Carlos walked among the streets like a loose dog which only dogcatchers knew. To everyone else and even some relatives, he was just another man or Carlos Guzman, a life waster. But Carlos didn't give a damn about anybody. His early years had been wasted in the harsh work perceived by his father which consisted that of a farmer, but that was not the life he wanted. No. He wanted fortune but not fame. He wanted altitude but stay on the underground. In words of simple, the head of crimes. Working his way through the eyes of many rising leaders like the Sovanni family and even the Ricardo family, one more related to mafia business than drug traffic. With a young death of the only women he had ever met, Carlos Guzman rode his life as a solitaire in chase of nothing in mind but fortune. In the end, he didn't even know what he would do once accomplished his goal.
But one thing Jack, Jimmy, and even Lance hadn't expected was the presence of other standing bys awaiting such an opportunity. One by the name of, Joanna Ricardo, yes, of the Ricardo family and the others from Barcelona, Alberto and Mariano Montes. Both free livers and destined to greatness in their minds. Joanna, however, was in pursue of her family's foe, Carlos Guzman to which in her childhood, had to presence the slaughter of her parents and younger brother from the hands of Guzman's men. A horrid scene the was burnt into her mind.
Alberto had just arrived in East Village Airport (Fiver hours from Flower Bud) the only city with such. He had arrived one day late so his brother could take careful precautions on their business trip. "Como estas, hermano, al fin llegaste," Alberto took into his brother's warm welcome, "ya estava por llamarte otra vez." Keeping his Spanish pride, Mariano spoke mainly Spanish when possible instead of English. "I know what you mean, Mariano, something that was not scheduled for. Now, let's head towards the purpose of our long trip, shall we?" Mariano laughed shaking his head. "Just got here and already anxious to get to Flower Bud. Who blames ya, mujeres bonitas, no?" Both laughed and walked out of the airport towards their car.
It was past 3 in the afternoon and Joanna was already making contacts in the underground. Mostly interested with her ideas of a new leader, yet some careful of her words. Joanna Ricardo was not here to beg for employment or friends, she was here to eliminate both from the clutches of Carlos Guzman. "Hey, pretty lady, need someone to give ya a lift home?" Joanna did not react towards this for she was used to it. Her amazing beauty far surpassed that of any typical young girl. Something she had many times taken advantage of. "No, but I would really like it if you could tell me where to get in contact with Jess Simons." The man smiled from inside his cabby and nodded chewing hard on his tasteless gum. "Sure, just hop on and I'll take you straight to him." Joanna smiled her cocky lips at him and climbed on. Of course, like with anyone that had her beauty, she had her lethal ways.
Alberto looked from the car his brother had acquired and smiled at the many girls in his view as possible. He and his relative had the good looks of gentleman but underneath were both way better in terms of gunfire. As the car took a turn into Marcel Avenue, Alberto took notice of a small group in the corner. "Hey Mariano, slow down, those belong to Guzman." Mariano smiled as he pressed softly on the brakes and gave time for Alberto to take the AK-47 out. Once he had the shining, black weapon in his hand, Alberto Basques rolled the window down and made their arrival noticed by filling the heads and body's of men with lead.
End Chapter III
12/22/04