WOODCREEK

 

WOODCREEK

CHAPTER EIGHT

Miami, Florida

The air was humid and thick. The sun was hot and torrid. Pedestrians sat by the yellow sand beach fanning themselves as surfers rode the waves like huge stallions. It was high season for the tourists flooding into the great Miami City also known as Vice City for all the diabolical things that happened in this city full of sin.

Drugs ruled the streets from Fentanyl to Cocaine, America was its biggest market and Miami its biggest consumer. The night life was precedented by its people, the city came alive in the night. Disco clubs paraded from street to street blasting loud music that left the city in a constant state of unrest.

The people were warm and benevolent towards outsiders but as in all cities one had to be extra careful. The sung hung high like a watching sentinel, perfect weather for a swim or a dive in the deep ocean. Jet skis could be seen dancing on the shore line, as tourists craved the adrenaline rush.

The rich would have their yachts deep in the water having parties; drinking champagne of course and trying exquisite sea food served by their butlers. People wore light clothes mostly shorts for the men and tank tops for the ladies to show off their beautifully tanned bodies.

The cool breeze of the conventional winds sent warm chill that made the weather tolerable and better. Some walked their dogs with great joy. Some common celebrities could be seen taking pictures with some of the locals brandishing their flawless white teeth and well-built bodies. An encounter that left the fans in gratitude.

El Jeffe hoped out of the jet with great glamour his neck glistening with diamonds and rare stones. His goatee was well trimmed and sharp. His hair was cropped short styled with the best hair products. He wore a flamboyant shirt from Versace with black cargo short and topped off with the latest sandals from Lacoste.

He took off his Ray Ban sunglasses and greeted one of his henchmen armed with an AR-15 across his hands. His face masked with a black Balaclava.

“Hola jefa el carro esta esperando”

He said as he entered the black jeep paving way for him with a hand gesture. There inside he was met with a beautiful lady and American affiliate Maria. El Jeffe being a seducer stole a slight kiss across her cheeks as he leaned forward. Maria simply obliged, for that was her nature to recognize power and to be submissive.

“You have a meeting with El Castillo at 2pm” said Maria with a thick Mexican Spanish accent, words breaking in between words.

“I know Maria” said El Jeffe.

“I need to rest and then business” he said groping her breasts.

Moments later

They arrived at El Castillo’s residence at Bal Harbor around 2pm. It was never El Jeffe’s intention to be late, meeting the greatest drug baron in all of America. The huge mansion spread on hundreds of acres. Luxury cars parked by the eight-car garage from Ferraris to Lamborghinis to G wagons each custom made. Palm tress hung high surrounding the huge mansion with great splendor.

A huge tennis court could be seen from the distant together with a football pitch and a basketball court. Behind the house was a caged humongous white tiger roaring deafening the rest of the men. It went from side to side as if stalking its prey. His neck chained to the ground by a steel shaft at the center of the cage. Beside it was the carcass of what seemed to be zebra meat, its meat all consumed until all was left was pale skeleton bones.

They entered the huge castle and were greeted by a waterfall the size of a small tower at the foyer. A huge chandelier made of shimmering crystals was suspended above their heads like a huge halo. The place was decorated with a pearly white coating that made it seem like they were in heaven.

They were led by one of the men into his office. Guarded by two statues of the Egyptian Gods covered in gold and precious stones. There across the table was El Castillo puffing his Cuban Cigars the room smelling of burnt rich tobacco. Unmoved from his luxurious leather chair he sat watching them as they came in with great scrutiny.

Nobody messed with El Castillo. His reputation preceded him with great immensity. And his temper was short as his personality was cruel. Aside was his berretta that he always kept close and within reach. He was a shark in a fish’s world.

Saludos El Castillos

The Kingpin remained silent.

“What is this I hear about you shipping weapons?” said the drug baron.

“It was merely a set up, we are trying to take over Texas. Michael Woodcreek has become soft we need to show confidence now that the feds are busy with his investigation. We have an opportunity to push more product under the gringos’ noses” said El Jeffe losing his breathe as sweat trickled down his head.

“You betray one of your own to get an advantage?” said El Castillo his voice filled with bass and contempt.

A long pause ensued.

“Very well” agreed El Castillo

“You have my blessing” he said as he puffed his cigar.

El Jeffe with permission stepped out of the meeting room.