Page 18 of Trapping His Angel

However, with the new lab opening up, The Brotherhood could figure out what was in the drugBubbli,and how to track down the makers of it. So, my agenda today was to get a vial of that drug for analysis.

If I got more information on top of that, well that was just dessert.

I tucked my hands in my pockets as I strolled down the alley, like I didn’t have a care in the world. It was hard to make him out until I tilted my head a certain way, but there he was, sticking out like a sore thumb. Fernando Herrarra, a Venezuelan capo, well known for his ties on the drug scene, was spotted in The Brotherhood territory. I didn’t know why he was in Russia, but his stay wouldn’t be for long, if I had anything to do with it.

Sure enough, there he stood, like he hadn’t a care in the world, smoking a cigar.

“¿Qué más, pana?What are you looking to score tonight?” He nodded his head to me, not recognizing that I wasn’t here for business.

At least not that kind.

“Heard you hadBubbli.” I raised my voice to seem more unassuming.

Guys didn’t take other men who had higher pitched voices seriously. Don’t ask me why, I don’t make the rules.

“Yeah, but you’ll have to get your needle elsewhere, I’m all out for the night.” He looked at me suspiciously, but ultimately after a beat of silence, he moved a black bag strapped onto his back in front of him.

“Cash only.” He pulled the iridescent blue vial out of his bag.

I grunted in response.

I reached into my wallet and pulled out a wad of bills. As I went to hand it to him, he handed me the vial, and we swapped.To someone looking out, it looked like a regular handshake. But it was a smooth handoff.

“Nice doing business with you,” Fernando smirked.

I grunted and slipped the vial into my inside jacket pocket. I turned like I was going to leave, then spun back around, snapping my fingers.

“I forgot one more thing,” I said gleefully, reaching to my side.

Fernando was too distracted, shoving the money into his backpack, to register what was happening. “Whu?”

Before he could react, I shot him in the kneecap. He fell to the alley ground with a scream, money flying out of the pouch he was trying to stuff it in.

“Hijo 'e puta,”he cried out, as he fell to the ground clutching his bleeding limb.

I squatted, ignoring his sniveling. “What business would a Venezuelan capo in Russia do?”

Fernando smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

I slammed my gun into his face. “I won’t ask again.”

Blood stained his teeth as he laughed. “Oh, they are going to come for you, and when they do, you won’t see them coming.”

“Who?” I seethed. I tried to control myself, but he was really pissing me off. As a coward, he should’ve folded and given me all the information I wanted. But this guy knew more than he was saying, and was planning on taking the information to his grave.

I took out my knife and stabbed him in the leg I shot, shoving the bullet deeper into the wound. He screamed into the sky, but no one would come to save him. My runners saw me walk this way, and would keep civilians away from the area until it was cleaned up.

“I-I’d tell you, but you’re going to kill me anyway.” He spit up blood and chuckled.

Fucking dick.

“I won’t kill you,” I lied.

“And somehow I don’t believe you,” he slowly responded.

Time was running out, as he bled all over the place. I tried one more time. “Just tell me what the fuck you are doing with the flesh,” I growled.

“They make the best currency, especially the young ones.” He flashed his bloody teeth again and, disgusted, I stood up, towering over him.