CHAPTER 342: DEAL?

The ride itself wasn’t that long, for the reason that James was deep in his thoughts about Darvik. A man who is supposedly a minister but has power to send a fucking military to another country, a man who is more threat than everything else.

A threat that is on his side because of one single thing.

Money, and that was the part that kinda the threat itself. The whole of Maraci was built upon money... and that money is straight from blood, from drugs, from deals in the underworld from all over the world, but what if money stops coming, or what if there is not enough money to give?

He had so many questions in his mind and so many points where this all could go wrong because it is not trust nor loyalty that they operate the whole country on, but just straight money. And if that money stops coming, stops flowing in, then what happens?

What happens if he can’t make enough, what happens to his family, what happens in the safest country in the world if everything goes sideways and if the whole empire he now has under his hand suddenly collapses?

Yeah, James had all the wrong questions in his mind, but who would blame him for that. He woke up realizing that it is finally over, everything is his, there is no more competition, no more enemies, and even if the cartel tries again they will be fucking perished with the help of the government and maybe even Darvik himself would get in the way to help him because of the amount of money that gives them.

And one thing was sure... he’s going to pay that money to keep protecting those few who left he call family, those he loves and they love him back.

But to be truthful he was still not understanding the meaning of all of it. He couldn’t even get the grasp that he truly is the one now, that feeling wasn’t in him, that nobody is alive anymore who was on his side.

Lucian, the Circle, Silas, all of the other mafias and gangs, the rats and traitors, all of them are now dead, even those who he had a good connection with and maybe that is his life.

A life where he loses a lot to finally conquer a lot. Lose those who helped, lose those who tried their best, but in the end all of them perished from the world to put him into a position that they never even saw in their life... yeah even their enemies pushed him up on the leader, all of them helped him with it.

All of them helped to embrace the man who is the youngest drug lord, maybe even in history.

"We are here sir." The voice of the chauffeur suddenly came pulling out James from his thoughts and the next thing he knew that the door was already opened by Mike while the others formed a defense formation around the convoy..

Then he slowly got out with the cane in hand and the first thing was to look around for a bit, to get a feeling of where he is and well it was nothing like he expected it to be.

The sirens were still screaming, the police lights were still flashing but not even one single person gave a fuck about them. All the civilians on the sidewalk, in the cars on the road were just going about their day without even a real look at them, or taking photos or anything like that.

There were one or two glances but nothing more.

"We should go in." Mike’s voice came as even there were no eyes looking at them, even if there was no intent of harm and well it was Maraci, Mike wanted to act how he always acts and be careful.

"Yeah let’s go in." James answered him as he looked at the restaurant and it was indeed a fancy restaurant even from the outside.

Golden décor mixing with the Burgundy color... a high end restaurant but once again not even one single person was there.

Not even one person on the patio.... there were only two guards in the doorway and James immediately knew they were Darvik guys.

Military gear with the Maraci military patch on them, though they let James and Mike into the restaurant, and yeah, it was more than fancy.

The same color as outside, with a lot of lamps lighting up the room in this soft white color that usually street lamps had back in the day that just gave that feeling filled with memories, though what he noticed the most was that the whole restaurant was empty.

There was only one single table in the middle with four chairs where Darvik was sitting and already waving for James with another man on the side he didn’t recognize nor saw ever in his life.

And James immediately knew that Darvik set something up, so in that way he immediately changed.

It wasn’t a big change but he kinda straightened himself up, and slowly and deliberately walked toward them kinda punching the cane more to the ground to make this noise, that echoes through the empty restaurant to give kinda... an aura to himself with it and then when he arrived he just simply sat down and with Mike in silence.

None of them spoke, Darvik just smiled like a little kid while the other man on his side too had a smirk on his face, but James instantly knew he ain’t no minister or but one of them.

Another figure of organized crime.

He had a big scar on his face that looked like a blade cut into his left side, and more importantly, he had a ring on his finger just like James, a signet one with a letter on it. Not just that, but he looked like one too, short hair on an older man maybe forty or fifty, with eyes that saw a lot and did a lot, and his brown eyes just felt like he was looking deep into James’s soul.

"So everything went well, right?" Darvik was the one that broke the kinda embarrassing silence, but he did it with an intention and James knew why he asked that.

The question was more like a statement like "You see what I am capable of doing," just pushing the idea more and more to him that it is not optional to have a good relationship with him and pay, but it is mandatory to survive out there.

"Yeah, everything went well." James answered Darvik but didn’t thank him, he did it to see what his reaction would be.

But nothing. "Right, I am happy about it." He simply said, because well, he didn’t do it for thanks and appreciation but for... money. "Well, let me introduce my business partner for a long time now, he is Camelo Pinita."

"Nice to meet you James, I heard a lot about you." Camelo said as he reached his hand out and James took it, shaking it, but there was no aggression. Camelo didn’t grip it tight like how they always did to show how big a dick they are.

"So to make things clear, Camelo is on the top ten most wanted criminal fugitives in the world and the leader of the Los Olvidados cartel in Mechio. The bounty for his head is twenty million."

No reaction, James didn’t do a single reaction to it, though inside he knew what the fuck he heard and he was reacting to it, but tried his best to push it down, because somebody who has twenty million on his head and on the top ten list is not on his level.

In short, he knew he couldn’t fuck with him.

"I never thought I would meet somebody this great." James said as he giggled a bit, but he did the ass lick for the reason to kinda ease the air between them and it helped as Camelo laughed up.

"Oh thanks, but you know I envy you for being young and already reaching this high."

"So you know?" James asked back as the air got more and more calm between them.

"Of course, a lot of people heard about your name and now even more people talk about it as you became the sole leader of your country’s drug trade, and that’s why I requested a meeting too." Camelo said, and James knew that they wouldn’t just have a good meal, and that’s it.

"Well, I have some problems back home that I need to fix before I can make deals." James answered Camelo to give the idea that he is not going to immediately jump into another bullshit that might end very badly with a man who is on the top ten list in the fucking world.

So many things can go wrong with him.

"I completely understand it." Camelo began. "I heard that you work with the government which for me means nothing, I climbed the ladder in the same way with working with them... and that gives perks, like you can fly planes in and out, you can send cargo ships, and I want to grab this point to make a deal between us."

James understood what Camelo was doing, he was pushing the idea that he is not an enemy, nor did he look at him as a traitor for working with the government and achieving what he achieved with them. Camelo was building a relationship through their path to power... but what James didn’t expect was the next thing he said.

The thing that froze not just James but even Mike.

"You know everybody who ever tasted your White Magic said it is the best in the whole world, it’s pure, it struck like fucking God’s hammer..." Camelo smiled as he leaned back. "So for a start, I want to buy five tons, then up it as your production starts to speed, maybe to ten or twenty tons."