Authors: S. W. Frank
The
base of
his real estate
operation
was located here in
Puerto
Rico,
however he maintained a New York office out of necessity.
He recently completed a
fifteen
million dollar
project
in Carolina
, a ten story commercial property
for an international export company
.
Last week he
received
notifi
cation
from the city of New York
that
his company
’s
RFQ
got
accept
ed
.
His development company was
chosen to
build
eight
affordable housing unit
s
in the Bronx.
The contractual amount for construction wouldn
’
t yield much in
profits
,
he didn’t care about that,
instead
he considered it a sort of recompense
for wreaking
havoc during his youth throughout
the
New York
.
Ne
xt Monday
he
had a meeting
with the
Procuring Contracting Officer to finaliz
e
the
contract.
So far, l
ife was good
and
his relationship with his wife, solid
. Yet, the seeds of a sordid past
were ever
present and
altruistic deeds
did not eradicate it. The
feds
continuously
snooped
.
Their failure to tie him to organized crime or any wrong-doings
wasn’t a deterrent.
Their covert operations were the main reasons Alfonzo stayed clean, maintained the highest level of security and didn’t trust anybody!
Over-all he was
happy
,
not
stupi
d.
H
e
was from the streets, not some
rich
or
sheltered
gringo
w
ithout
a clue about the real world
. In
evitably
,
there’s a cost to living, the only question is how much?
“Wh
ere did you go
?” She asked.
He blinked
to reality
, “I
can’t believe I actually
snagged a
beautiful, smart and sexy woman
.”
“Liar,
you’re worried about something. Your eye
’s
twitch
ing
…right there,” she said pointing
a finger
to
one of
the corner
s.
“I’m thinking
. M
aybe we should cancel New York,
and stay
home this summer
.”
She leaned up on her elbows, glorious breasts pointing to the
ceiling;
however
it’s
the
questioning
eyes he noticed
.
“
We’ve already
arranged
for
Sal
to have a
vacation
with your family
.
Your mom
will have a fit, besides
Shanda and I plan to
take Allie to the Muppet Show and FAO
Schwartz
–and
what about your meeting
and didn’t you ship
your car
to New York already
?”
He shook off the apprehension, “
No…no…you’re right, forget about it
..
.
it’s cool.
”
“
I
f something
’s
bothering you
honey
,
please
tell me. I can handle
anything
.”
“I know you can
. I guess the thought of hanging
out with you
,”
h
e kissed her
rosy
mouth for emphasis, “
seem
s
more appealing than going to New York.”
Selange relaxed,
wrapped her arms around his neck
, pulled him down to her and said, “Anywhere with you
is
appealing
.” Her tongue licked his throat
,
traveling slowly over his clean-shaven chin until it reached his
lips
. There came a provocative smile, “I’ll take care of you,
I
promise.”
Her supple tongue entered through the slits of
his
closed
mouth
. Gentle fingers stroked his
thighs, moving to his phallus with slow deliberation. The
dual
stimulation caused him to thrust aside his concerns; he
needed her badly.
An
all-consuming lust for his wife filled his
head
,
naturally,
it flowed throughout
his body
prompting action.
CHAPTER
TWO
The unkempt apartment smelled of marijuana.
The good, seedless kind.
Homegrown shit,
packaged and distributed in the good U-S-of A. Juan took a hit, pointed his pinky finger at the box of sweets delivered by a white-boy in a brown uniform
a minute ago
. He addressed
his
companion,
Jésus
. “Right there is
a hundred
g
’s, believe it
?”
Jésus
whipped out a box-cutter
, sliced open the
top
, reached in
and pulled out
a large striped bag
. The contents rattled when he shook it,
“These mother-fuckers are nice!”
“
They’re
selling
at
fifty a
dime
. You do the math,
yo
!”
A
minimum
of
two thousand individual packages
, containing ten tubular pills were right there in front of him.
Juan’s math was about right. He hadn’t finished high school but when it came to money, the dude was a fucking mathematician.
“
T
here were five in each last time,
they upped the amount. We
’re
in good, word!
”
“I said it.” Juan took a long pull then leaned forward, “Distribute it to the boys, make sure they know
f
ifty or nothing. Anybody come back short,
gonna
’ make it up with
an ass-
wh
u
pping
, here me?”
Jésus
nodded and began filling the duffle bag,
a
ware of Juan’s eyes watching closely
as he counted
.
Once
done, he put the straps over
the
slim
shoulder
s
and
hurried out the
door.
Juan finished off the blunt, settled back in the worn old love seat, smiling.
He
pat
his
pants’
pocket, took out
a folded paper and held it in the air. Some crackhead slipp
ed a note
under
the
door
this morning
. Likely,
asking for a favor
. The word got out about how good his shit was and now the crack
heads
came looking for a discount. He laughed,
fucking maggots!
In two months
he
made a hundred grand from those pills alone
, more than
what
he made in a year selling weed. His supplier wasn’t
kidding;
the yuppies were eating the shit like candy and
were
running to the store for more. It got so bad, suburban kids were pulling up in their pop’s Benzes
looking to score.
Man,
i
t
’s
crazy
!
He unfolded the paper and read the illegible writing, “What?”