Chapter 21: White Powder Profits
Richie sat in the back of his bakery, in his office, at a round table counting money with Dickie, Nero, and Sergio.
"Where the fck is Marco? I've been waiting for him to bring in the money we made from the cocaine." Richie said as he counted a stack of one hundreds.
"Quit worrying about it, Felix still hasn't gotten here yet either with the other half of the white powder profits." Dickie replied.
"Well I just got done with twenty years in the can, and I don't plan on going back. Anyways, how's your kid Dickie?" Richie responded.
"Sonny's good, he just graduated high school. I swear I'd have to give up an arm and a leg just to pay for him to go to college if it wasn't for this cocaine we stole. I don't want my kid involved with the family business. I want him to make something of himself you know? I want him to be a doctor or a governor or something." Dickie answered.
"I know what you mean, with these bills I'm getting from Laura's college, it's like they're trying to fcking shake me down." Richie replied.
Marco walked in with a big brown paper bag that was rolled up some.
"You got the dough?" Richie questioned.
Marco opened the brown bag and dumped out a ton of hundred dollar bills onto the table.
"Whoa, this is double what we expected. How the hell did we make so damn much?" Richie asked in curiosity.
"Well, half of it is from Sergio's friend Tanno in Italy, and the other half I made by cracking some of those dealer's heads on the streets." Marco answered.
"You keep earning like this and you'll be made." Richie said with a smile as he began counting the money.
Marco walked over to a chair and began lifting small weights. After a few seconds Felix came rushing inside the bakery. He dumped his bag of money on the table, "Richie we got problems. I talked to our friend in the department, Detective Flannigan. Well he said that Triad deal we hit, had an undercover agent there posing as a Triad. Also, remember that Hungarian we killed at the deal? Well it turns out he is the brother of some Hungarian big shot that just got out of jail recently. His brother's name is Lajos Piroska. They've got some kind of Hungarian mob or some sht." Felix stated.
"Lajos? I know him. Back in the 80's me and him were friends until a big fall out occurred and we both got locked up. I'm surprised he is still alive, I cut his left eye out the last time we saw each other. Be careful, this guy is one tough son of a bitch, and with his brother dead he'll be looking to whack us for revenge. Get all of this money out of here and over to the warehouse." Richie ordered.
Richie's men did as told and started plowing the money into big brown paper bags.