The Chess Queens — Speakeasy #149
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“Don’t blame the sinner.” That was the last words Jose uttered before the jarring jolt of electricity ended his life. The events that preceded this vicious event that would end his life became were clear to him. He had killed his rival Hector.
He was the War Lord of Los Angeles. He alone controlled the flow of illegal drugs into this city of Angels. He had developed a very sophisticated organization. There were the runners, the pawns that did all the dirty work and paid the price if they were caught. There were district managers that the runners reported to. He even had the Church in his pocket. Even Bishops could be bought. They would look the other way if you had evidence against them using their little boys. The Church looked the other way for these sinners. He even had his main bitch, Carmen, who would do anything for him.
He began noticing that he was losing bits of HIS territory. A corner here, a corner there, and then some of his lieutenants were defecting. His extensive network was beginning to leak.
He was informed by his men that a new rival was after his turf and his name was Hector. Hector was organizing his narcotic gang along the same lines as Jose. He even had a main squeeze named Rosetta. Hector was on the fast track to replace him and he knew it. He vowed that would never happen as long as he lived.
Jose had a large shipment of drugs from Columbia that was scheduled to arrive at the port the next day. He knew that this was the most vulnerable part of this operation.
As the boat approached the dock, Jose checked and made sure his players were all in position. The two ranking Generals positioned on top of freight containers, the two Lieutenants on either side of the dock and 10 runners, five on each side of the dock, armed with AK-47 assault rifles. Jose, with Carmen at his side, was safely seated in an extra armored Escalade about 100 yards away.
As the boat navigated within about 5 feet of its docking station the crew dropped to the dock and began securing the large vessel. As planned, the crew members were killed within seconds, the gun fire subdued by silencers. Two runners headed for the captains location and would soon take him out of action. The two containers containing the contraband were located mid ship, the lowest point and easiest point of entry for his team.
Jose looked at Carmen in the dark recesses of the Escalade, patted her on the knee and said, “Everything going as planned my queen. The street value of this shipment is around $10,000,000. You may have whatever you want and live the life of luxury you deserve.”
With a roar of tremendous power three Black Hummers barreled through the gates that Jose though were secure. All three had open roofs where suddenly three men with machine guns started heading toward the ship. At the same time Jose heard two sharp cracks and saw his two Generals crumble. “Good God, they have snipers.”
Two of the Hummers continued their journey towards the now docked ship. Jose could only watch as all but two of his runners were gunned down. Jose gasped as the third Hummer headed toward his Escalante. He could see clearly now that the shooter in this Hummer had an antitank rocket launcher. And the shooter was Hector. Looking through the Hummers wind shield he could see that the driver was Rosetta. The resulting explosion killed his driver and threw him and Carmen to the hard concrete of the dock.
As Hector approached the burning overturned vehicle, with Rosetta trailing, Jose already losing consciousness, drew the pistol he kept inside his jacket pocket and fired. The bullet was a clean hit to Hector’s face and his brains flew out behind him leaving a strawberry trail of blood.
Jose last memory before the trail that convicted him of murdering Hector was the vision of Carmen and Rosetta standing side by side and surveying the battle field.
“a la potencia de las mujeres” *
* To The Power of Women