Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 107: Lords of Drug Trafficking.

Mike and Arine sat in silence in the car after what they talked about, but mostly because of what Arine said about his past.

Mike was kinda confused by it and surprised.

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To be true, between the three of them, Mike is the one that has more morality than the two together. Or at least this is what he thought, because he just knew what kinda men Hector is, he knew about what he did and what he could do to make sure everything was smooth.

But Arine, nah that was really something he never expected.

He was sure about that, that all the men in the family had some kind of bad backstory or life experience but not like this, that he killed off his family. Even though they were abusive, it was just he couldn't comprehend it.

That's when he realized maybe talking about the past is one of the great mistakes they can make in this life, because he would now think about that way of Arine, somebody who butchered his stepfather and his mother.

He closed his eyes as he imagined that moment, a teenager killing, but then Hector returned.

He opened the backdoor sitting in.

"Oh I thought you would never come back." Arine said to him as he turned back with a smile.

"I don't really want to, but shit at least I spent time with her." Hector said with a big smile on his face.

"Is she happy?" Arine asked as he started the car.

"More than happy, I haven't seen her in a long time feeling this good." Hector leaned back. "So nice to experience it."

"I'm sure it is." He parked out of the spot. "Where do we go?"

"Home."

Arine nodded and pressed on the gas going toward the family house, but the question was in his mind.

"Did you know Mike was a surgeon?" He asked as looked into the rearview mirror.

"Of course that is why I hired him." Hector laughed while Mike shook his head. "He didn't know shit how to hold a pistol, how to fire it, so he needed teaching, but his other skill to save life was the best thing, so I kept him."

"Thank you for the nice words, boss." Mike waved his hand with a small smile on his face.

"But still, shit, y'all are walking around with diplomas and shit... I'm kinda jealous." Arine said as he shook his head, turning onto the main road.

"And what the fuck that piece of paper do? Nothing. You can wipe your ass with it, at least with mine." Hector said as he unbuttoned his suit.

"I don't know." Arine tapped his finger on the wheel. "The feeling of it... that you actually were able to get a college tuition... I would be proud of myself."

Mike looked at him with a smirk. "People don't go to college to be proud of themselves. The reason is to get a good job with good money." He looked at Arine. "And when they finally graduate, they realize the paper means nothing, when you don't have ten years of experience and shit, you can go to a restaurant and make burgers." He shook his head.

"But you were a surgeon, people need them." Arine said as he looked at him for a second.

"I only got hired because of my dad." Mike said.

"Go then, Arine, sign up for college and try it out." Hector said from the back.

Arine looked confused. "What?"

"Yeah, go and try it out. You can do like home study or how the fuck they call it now, you only need to go in once or twice a week."

Arine started laughing. "Shit, I don't even have a high school diploma..."

"And are you sad about that? And if yes, why would you be? You're working a job that pays thousands every month. And when I hired you, I didn't look at your studies, because who gives a fuck? No one." Hector said.

"True." Arine glanced at the mirror. "But boss... can I ask about the money transfer tomorrow? I heard you talking on the phone, and I'm sure we are the lucky ones..."

"Of course, you two are the lucky ones because I trust both of you." Hector said, glancing at his phone, then up at them, realizing they were happy about what he said, but he shook his head and continued. "Twenty million cash is going to the Yensai. They want to spread the money to different banks. It's the first one this week, more than six of these transfers will happen, so don't fucking show up in a suit and a pistol. Bring heavy stuff with you, and at least four cars, okay?"

"Who would be so dumb to attack us?" Mike laughed a bit, but Hector didn't.

"I kinda suspect Aubrey Ricci to do something dumb, so that's why."

"That fuckercan't be that dumb." Arine glanced at the mirror.

"Oh, trust me, he is that dumb." Hector replied. "But dumb or not, it's always better to be prepared."

"And if something happens?" Mike asked. "We capture one of them or just wipe them all out?"

"Only if you can capture one, and make sure you bring the fake security papers with you." He said, closing his eyes as if he was already done with the conversation. "Now let me nap for a bit..."

The whole ride back to the house was silent. Hector, sitting in the back, fell asleep and only woke up when Mike started poking his face with a finger, several times.

Slowly opening his eyes, Hector squinted at him as Mike kept poking. "The fuck are you doing?"

"Just waking you up." Mike replied with a grin.

Hector didn't bother answering. He just stared at Mike for a second before stepping out of the car and heading inside the house.

As he stepped in, he found Charlotte in the living room, eating some kind of cake.

"Charlotte, where's James?" He asked.

Charlotte turned her head toward him, her whole face covered in whipped cream, just staring at him.

Hector didn't say a word, just let out a tired sigh and went upstairs.

He thought James would've moved a little, maybe changed rooms or at least walked around but as he got closer to the same room where James was in the morning, he was still there, laying down, watching a movie on his phone.

"James?" Hector stepped in.

"What's up, Hector?" James asked, putting his phone down and sitting up.

From the outside, he looked better, like he was already fine, but inside he still had that dizziness and the annoying pain in his stomach.

"I just came to deliver some... bad news, I think. But maybe it's good news too, depending on how you want to deal with it." Hector smiled as he sat down on a chair.

Bad news? Why... and why the hell is he smiling like that...

"Tell me." James sighed.

"Actually... it's a very fun thing to say out loud." Hector chuckled. "So the bad news is... we have too much money."

James's eyes widened as he processed what Hector just said. He had the exact same confused expression Hector had when Dani told him the same thing.

So Hector continued explaining.

"Dani sold all the real estate that Lucian owned. That brought in around 800 million, straight cash, in 500 bills. And on top of that, they jacked up the price of white magic so high that even the banks didn't want to take more in because it looked suspicious." He leaned back on the chair. "So now we have two piles of cash. One is Charlotte's money, the other is your money, the family's money."

Bad news... but I feel weirdly happy about it... so much money that not even the banks want to touch it...

"I mean... what about the black market? They trade in gold and gemstones, right?" James asked.

Hector nodded. "But the problem is, the money's in 500 bills."

"Ahh... that fucking bill." He shook his head.

They made that 500 bill to move government funds more efficiently... but then they gave it out to the public so they could catch criminals easier. Smart move for the government but also stupid in some ways.

"Yeah." Hector continued. "So they can't use it unless they wash it. And here's the problem, they can't wash it nor us, unless we make a huge move."

"A huge move?" James asked.

"We pay a visit..." Hector grinned. "...to our dictator friend."

Fuck, meeting with a literal dictator who kills everyone that thinks or says anything differently from him...

James smirked, shaking his head. "Hector… we have the Justice Minister, the ISB, and the NSBI. They can wash it for us." A simple answer, but completely true.

Hector's smile slowly faded. His whole expression shifted, like he was disappointed, maybe even frustrated.

Your face... you really want to deal with weapons, don't you… but still, if our dictator friend is actually friendly, I could make good deals with him. Maybe even buy some houses... if things go really bad, it could be our safe place.

"But we can pay him a visit." James added, "If he's up for it. And we can talk about... let's say... future projects."

"Okay then, I'll try to speak with him." Hector said, immediately sitting up with a smile on his face.

"But how do we get there? Isn't that a no fly zone or something? I heard he even shoots down birds with rockets." James asked.

"With a private jet, of course. I'll inform him about our route so he doesn't shoot us down." Hector replied, smiling.

"Private jet, huh..." James muttered. "How much is that?"

"Well, if we go, we'll need to take a lot of people, so maybe a couple million... I'm not exactly sure." Hector answered.

"Then just buy one." James said.

"Buy what?"

"A private jet. Buy a big one. From the broker called FlyHigh. They're accepting 500 bills."

Hector just stared at him.

Well, James had already wanted to buy a private jet as a quick escape if things went too terrible so when he looked around, he found a shady company called FlyHigh.

They are tied to a government owned company as one of their investors. So, how could high profile criminals buy or charter private jets without the agencies knowing?

They'd make an illegal side business that sells whatever they want and can pay in cash.

"You want a private jet?" Hector asked.

"Yeah, the limit is 200 million, don't spend more. And be sure to buy it from them because they can do tricks. Our plane won't show up on radar like a ghost plane. Also, we aren't the buyer, our real estate company will be. We will write it off as a transport jet for high profile clients."

It's also a quick way to spend money that would otherwise just sit somewhere until they find a solution to clean it.

Hector still sat in the same place, but after a moment, it clicked for him too.

"Ohh... I see, good move. Then I'll do it, buy the best one, the most exclusive—"

"Hector, don't go over 200 million, okay?"

"Of course, I'm not." He smiled. "Then I'll go ahead and buy it, James." He waved and left the room, but his mind was already on a bigger plan.

He couldn't stop smiling. What James said was a big realization for him, how they could become bigger players in the whole game.

The planes... without even using any tracking, they could move more product and launder large sums of money. And what would happen if they owned a whole fleet of jets? No... no, he went even further than that... a cargo plane...

Not just that, but the legitimate side of things, the one James and he spoke about when they were tripping out.

If they made a legitimate cargo company, with planes, they could transport all the drugs literally anywhere they wanted. And with the help of the agencies, it would be a master plan. He stopped in the hallway when another good idea hit him.

They could also start a cargo ship company, which would be even bigger. With that, they could not just transport drugs, but weapons, a lot of them.

He couldn't help but smile at the thought of all of this, the money it would bring, the power it would give them.

They would be the lords of drug trafficking.

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Author's note.