Ghost to the Game by Orion Pharoah

Author:Orion Pharoah
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Short story, Magical Realism, Urban Fiction, Crime thriller, Romance
Publisher: Authorship Publishing LLC
Published: 2021-10-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

I stood on a huge custom-carved, screened-in second floor patio of the master suite in the main home of a villa, nestled in the middle of a Columbian estate with the most beautiful backdrop I've ever seen. Pops was right, this man was the largest cocaine producer in the world with a Caesar complex. The balcony overlooked an enormous courtyard built like the Coliseum in Rome, with beautiful greenery and multi-colored flowers everywhere, it was mind blowing. Pops insisted on coming down here by himself, he said they were old friends and it would make sure things went a little smoother because there's been talks of him branching out on his own. I watched as they entered the courtyard and listened to their conversation.

“Jason my friend, it's been almost four beautiful years since your mijo took over.” Don Miguel stated.

Pops smiled, “Yes, it has and look how much this family has grown because of it.”

“Yes I'm sure you’re very proud, but then I asked myself, where is he? Why are we still talking my old friend?”

Pops looked up towards mountains in the distance and took a deep breath, “We go back a long way and I don't want anything causing any hiccups because of a misunderstanding between young and old, I figured I'd bring my ol’ ass down here to talk to a friend because some rumors, you just don't want to be true.” He looked over his sunglasses and put his hand on the Don’s shoulder.

He smiled at Pops, “Jason there's no rumors. Here's the truth, my cartel is not your family- I don't work for you. We have an arrangement and since the arrangement is going so well, I thought that I may get into the shipping business myself and not have to use our arrangement. That's what capitalism is, Jason but seeing as you are an old friend, I think it's better I deliver the message directly to the head of your family.” Pops paused and from all over the estate I could see The Don’s men walk up, at least 75 of them, fully armed. The Don called out loudly, “Javier.” and a young Colombian man walked within ten yards of Pops.

“You see Jason,” The Don paused. “that is my son, and he understands what family is. Familia! One day he will run this cartel when I'm gone and he will be El Hefe; he will make all the decisions based on what I taught him is best because I have built this cartel.”

Pops stood there stone-faced, prepared to breathe his last breath, and and from the balcony, I began to clap and shouted, “That was a beautiful speech Miguel, give me a moment 'cause I wanna make sure I heard my message correctly.”

C murder walked out of the crowd and stood beside Javier as I walked directly past a shocked Pops and addressed Don Miguel.

“You said your cartel. You said, you don't need my family. But this is a family.”

“My family!” he shouted.

I smiled,

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