I did work hard. I followed his business plan exactly as he laid it out. We were a cash and carry business modeled after McDonald's. You drive up and place your order and pay the man who took it. Move a little further down the street and pick up your order.
Business was good and getting better. A recession hit and people did not have money for their rent. But they always found the money to pay me to take their mind off all their troubles. Then just as things were getting better, the pandemic struck the country. People sat at home and used their government checks to pay me to make them feel good again.
Grandma died and I was able to give her a big funeral. I was living in a luxury condo and counting my money. Life was good. One day, one of my order fillers was picked up by the cops. I could feel the fear that ran through my organization.
Just like McDonald's employees, he had insurance. I paid for his attorney. He kept his mouth shut and he pled down to a year in county. His mother never missed a rent payment or went hungry. I made sure of it.
I also made sure every one of my boys knew what I had done for his family. That builds loyalty. But this is the drug business. When you are successful, everybody and their mama knows about you. One night, another crew moved in on one of my primo corners.
I called Ramon. Two nights later, there was a driveby on that corner, and the two brothers selling drugs out of the back of their car were killed. At the same time, there was a fire at the house where their gang was known to hang out. Four members were burned alive and three were never going to get out of the hospital. My boys went back to that corner the next day.
6 Months ago, the unthinkable happened. Some guys tried to hit the stash house where I kept my money and the drugs. It was well guarded, and when all was said and done, a couple of my guys were dead, but so were all the bad guys. I moved my money to my condo and posted guards day and night. I was trying to determine what to do with the 15 million I had hidden in my spare bedroom when one of my boys showed up with this 19-year-old blonde college student.
She wanted to talk to me about becoming one of my salesmen. She was in a sorority and lots of her friends loved to get high and party. She wanted me to front her the drugs. After I let her have a taste of a drug we were marketing as a new and better form of ecstasy, she woke up the next morning in my bed. I'm sure I can sell this along with the coke.
I'll get top prices. I looked into those blue eyes of hers and asked why she did not buy what she could afford and sold it to her friends. Start small and grow into it, I suggested. I don't have time to start small. I attend Miss so I have to pay outofstate tuition and it is due in 2 weeks.