Crossing the Cartel
By Nats99. Portraying a calm outward demeanor that masked his seething impatience, Carlos sat in the shade at the outdoor cafe, casting glances down the road. A persistent fly circled, dodging the shooing motion of the man’s hand. Across the small table, Rosalita, decked out in finest clothes, jewels, and tits that drug money could buy, chattered mindlessly on the edge of his consciousness until a warning look from Carlos throttled her into reluctant silence. A faint dust cloud rose
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