Spanish Louie closed the door shut of the black Jeep Cherokee. He glanced up and down the deserted Pleasant Avenue street to look out for anything suspicious as he made his way into the nearly empty warehouse as a man held the metal door open for him and his two man crew. This routine was nothing new. He had done this over several dozen times since his promotion to Crew Chief. Though he was tired, driving from the Bronx to Brooklyn, he got on his business.
Inside the warehousee was a brown skinned man with sunken in eyes, clearly from over working, smoking a cigarette. Spanish Louie knew him well, he was a stevedore of the docks and his name was Pernell.
"Everything here old timer?" Spanish Louie asked, checking the time on his watch.
"Where yall always got that stuff man," he said. "You know I don’t ask them Dominicans nothing." He was puffing on his cigarette a little too hard. Pernell looked nervous and uneasy but paid it no mind and went to the back followed by his two man crew, Mikey and Jose. He made his way around the large warehouse to the back where the stuff was usually at. After rifling through the medium sized crates he found what he was looking for.
500 kilograms of snow white cocaine in cellophane packaging. Spanish Louie looked at his two comrades and they began taking the crate filled with 250 kilograms of cocaine to the jeep. Mikey and Jose came back for the next crate and carried it back to the jeep.
Spanish Louie walked up to Parnell. "Aright man. Here." Louie dug inside his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of money and peeled off four bills then handed it Parnell. Parnell pocketed the money and nodded his salt and pepper head at the young man in front of him. Louie hopped in the drivers seat of the jeep and pulled off.
Louie pulled the Jeep Cherokee into a perfect parking spot on a quiet street in Astors Row. Brownstones filled the block and was a white neighborhood, what ever that meant. He looked at the car clock. One thirty-four AM.
"Where the hell is this bitch?" he muttered, beeping the car horn. Mikey and Jose maintained a discipline silence as they looked out the tinted windows.
Moments later a white female stepped out the brownstone that Louie was parked in front of. Louie hopped out the car and proceeded to rush towards her.
"What the fucc yo! I called your phone when I was on my way here Amber!" Louie shouted on the quiet street. Amber smirked as she looked at him through her sunglasses. Louie and she had fooled around on several occassions but this was strictly business.
"Why are you screaming when you know this is a quiet street?" Amber asked. "This is isn’t Castle Hill projects Louie." She laughed as she snatched the car keys from Louie and tossed him a set of car keys from her MCM purse. Mikey and Jose got out and followed Louie. Amber beeped the horn and waved bye to Louie before pulling off. Louie got into Amber’s red Camry and followed behind at a safe distance. Amber’s role was to drive the drugs back safely to the stash apartment in the Bushwick section of Brooklyn. Cops tended to profile and pull Louie over for DWB (Driving While Black) that’s the reason Louie enlisted Amber for a small fee.
Now in Bushwick Louie double parked beside Amber. She got out the jeep and Louie stepped out the Camry. Amber extended her open hand. "You know the drill." Louie shook his head in disgust and told her "the money’s in the car Amber." She smiled and told Louie to call her as she got into the Camry and pulled off into the night. Louie opened the trunk of the jeep and Mikey and Jose started carrying the two crates filled with the drugs into the apartment building.
Louie tells them to go the apartment while he go to use the payphone. Louie walks to the middle of the block at the payphone. The street is deserted and the winter weather is blowing against his face. He dials a number and slids a quarter in.
Louie-yeah the stuff is here. Everything is peachy.
Person on the other end-okay, okay. Make sure nothing happens to that shiit Lou. Call me when you get settled in. (The person hangs up before Louie can say bye)
Louie-(looks at phone) motherfucker
Louie is inside the apartment and Mikey and Jose are taking out the kilograms.
The apartment is nicely furnished. A good cover for a drug manufacture spot. Louie checks in the next room and the workers are ready to work their magic. Six workers, all female, unclothed in front of a long dining room table. Beside each worker was a box of Arm & Hammer baking soda, a cooking pot, and some vitamin B2. Louie places two kilos of coke on the table.
Louie-(to the workers) cook that up. make sure that shiit is grade A.
Louie is inside the furnished living room on the leather couch with Mikey and Jose. Jose is rolling up a blunt of imported hashish in cigar wrapper.
Jose-You got a light man?
Louie hands Jose a lighter out of his coat pocket.
Mikey gets up and goes to
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