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Saturdays at two in the afternoon to pick up the first one hundred thousand. We don’t like to get up too early,” he added as he handed me back my license. “Have a goo d day,” he said, tipping his cap to me before returning to his car.
    I waited for them to drive off, and I was so unnerved, I had to cancel my sales call. After that, I called Tomas first, then Roberto and Juan to set up an emergency meeting.
    We met at a bar close to Rihanna’s apartment, and when the others heard the news, the reactions were mixed, but we all agreed in the end to pay them what they wanted. We really had no choice, but decided to tell the cops that we would give them fifty thousand on the first and fifty thousand on the fifteenth when they came to pick up the first payment that Saturday.
    After the meeting, I drove to Rihanna’s. She was waiting at the door with a tumbler of Scotch on the rocks, my drink of choice when I was under pressure. She was also naked, which always took my mind off my troubles.
    Before handing me the drink, she spilled a generous amount on her breasts, and I hungrily watched the golden liquid dripping over her taut nipples and on downward to the dark curling hair between her thighs.
    “You naughty girl,” I growled and reached for her. We coupled on the foyer floor, and I soon had her screaming for release as I drank the liquid between her legs.
    All thoughts of the cops, the seven dead men and the money went out of my head as I drowned in all that was Rihanna.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 2
     
    The cops were as good as their word, and before too long, there was virtually no competition in our territory and our net had doubled, and of course so did theirs at two hundred thousand a month.
    When we saw them next, I told them that we were running out of “free” cocaine.
    “We didn’t know it was free,” the taller one said. “And we really don’t care. We just expect the two hundred thousand a month to continue.”
    “You don’t get it,” I said. “We’ll be out of our supply within three months.”
    “We don’t give a shit,” the second one said.  “We expect the money to keep flowing, even if you have to start selling houses or cars or whatever, but all is go on as scheduled.”
    “You work for us now and the pick-up is fifty thousand weekly,” his partner added.
    After my discussion with the greedy bastards, I called a meeting with my guys.
    “We have to find a supplier for some new shit,” I said. “Our free ride is about to end.”
    None of us had any immediate ideas, so we cut our meeting short, putting off any quick decisions.
    Over the next several weeks we got down to twenty pounds, and the next time I paid the cops I came up with an idea. “I need a supplier or the money will dry up by the end of the month,” I reminded them.
    One of the cops said, “If the money stops or you are seconds late, you will all go to jail and your kids are state raised.” They took the fifty grand and left.
    About a week later I got a call that the cops wanted to meet at a Miami Heat basketball game at a specific place and time. “Don’t be late.”
    When we met at the game, one of the cops gave me a Trac phone with instructions. The other one introduced to a South American man they called Carlos, probably not his real name.
    “Carlos is your new supplier,” the cop verified. “The two of you work out a deal.”
    The cops faded into the crowd, leaving me with a new business partner. Carlos suggested we leave the game and reconvene our meeting at a place in the hood we both knew of. “We’ll talk over coffee,” he said.
    In the coffee shop, I learned that Carlos was a man of few words, but after some strong Cuban coffee, we talked in Spanish for two hours, mostly feeling each other out but also getting our deal set up.
    I did not like buying my goods after getting it for free over the last two years, but I did not have much choice at this point. I told him I had enough goods to get