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me through the rest of the month, so we did not need to get the first ten kilos until the first of the next month.
    After we agreed on the price, pick up time, place and security, I headed home.
    The rest of the month was uneventful except for a couple of collections when we had a leg breaker on the payroll to handle these situations.
    We started our deal with Carlos, ten kilos, and paid, with ten more to come on the fifteenth. We had to increase the distribution to cover the increase in cost, and with that came more risk and eventually more money for us. Within six months we doubled our income, and as a result, each of us moved into a larger homes and bought newer and fancier cars.
    I bought Rihanna a diamond necklace, and she rewarded me with the hottest sex I’d ever had. I didn’t go home for three days, I just stayed in Rihanna’ bed where she taught me moves I didn’t know existed. She also invited a girlfriend who had sex with me and Rihanna at the same time. I enjoyed the smorgasbord of breasts and lips, my hands exploring uncharted territory. I sucked at Rihanna’s breasts as her friend licked at her clit, and soon we had Rihanna screaming her climax. Then it was my turn, one girl plundering my mouth, the other sucking my erection. It was my turn to scream.
     
    The cops wanted to increase their earnings to seventy five thousand per week. I objected, stating that they weren’t leaving us with much.
    “It’s not a request, it’s what’s going to happen,” they told me.
    All four of us were angry.
    “They can go to hell,” Tomas said when we met to discuss this new situation.
    “Let’s kill them,” Roberto suggested.
    Juan nodded to both options.
    We turned silent with thought. We knew that we would have to kill them and their partners, and on the same day, or the survivor would be after us to seek revenge.
    “Okay, let’s get them together in the same place. It can’t be at one of their homes, cause I’m not into killing wives or kids.”
    “Agreed,” Roberto said.
    “And no outside people,” Juan added.
    “Yeah,” Tomas said, “just the four of us.”
    We went to work, tracking their movements for the next week or so to see if we could come up with a place where we could take care of business. 
    We discovered a coffee shop where they met regularly, but they were usually surrounded by a sea of blue. There were cops in every booth and at every table, so this was out.
    The plan was to call in a drug bust in their territory when they were together in the booth in hopes that they would all go to the bust to make sure it wasn’t one of their cash cows being gored.
    Roberto, Tomas and I set up at the location, and Juan staked out the coffee shop to see if they took the bait.
    “A king that makes peaceful debate impossible makes violent resolution inevitable.”
    We got set up and made the call, and it worked. They arrived on schedule together in two cars. We were ready with light silence Mack 10 machine guns and walkie-talkies.
    When they pulled up I told my guys over the walkie-talkie to let the other car pull in first. The second it did, we stepped out from behind a dumpster holding the silenced machine guns.
    For a split second I could see the fear in the cop’s eyes as he figured out what was about to happen—the look of horror came over his face as he tried to get his gun out.
    The cop next to him was drinking coffee out of a paper cup when the windshield exploded with forty bullets passing through it and their faces.
    We each put in a second clip, opened the car doors and filled their heads with more shots. All took place in seconds.
    We left the scene of the crime and deep sixed all the guns, masks and coveralls. Next, we sent an anonymous letter to the newspaper, TV channels and state attorneys, revealing that the cops were dirty, and that someone should check their bank accounts, houses, cars, boats and also the property rooms for missing cocaine, as they sold pure cocaine that they