AUTHOR: Michele I Khoury
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Chapter 2 Miguel-Fuckin’ Leo September 2018
At the Costa Mesa Fitness Center, Miguel Lopez picked up a fifty-pound weight for a set of one-armed curls and planned his next cocaine shipment. He’d bring in eight hundred keys, or a little over seventeen hundred pounds, his largest yet.
Switching arms, he continued curling and scanned the gym—a converted hangar that reeked of sweat and mildew. The noisy air conditioner made conversation difficult, so chicks stayed away, and the bikers and bouncers kept to themselves–which was fine with him. Working out was his private time, and he savored the solitude.
As he admired his abs in the mirror, he prided himself on not using steroids or drugs of any kind. Those were for wimps. He sniggered. Yeah, wimps who’d pay a thousand to two thousand dollars per ounce for blow.
Coke was a lot more lucrative than his container business, and keeping the supply channel open with the Sinaloa Cartel was crucial. He made a mental note to pay the two million dollars next week. Yup, life was good.
The gym doors banged open, drawing his attention. Leo ambled in, followed by some dude.
Jesus Fucking Christ. No matter how many times Miguel had told Leo to come alone, the dumbass didn’t get it. Seeing him in the same V-necked orange shirt tucked into his skinny jeans, made Miguel want to strangle the dipshit using his greasy ponytail.
Leo gestured for his companion to stay back and sauntered over.
Who was he trying to impress? Last week, he’d brought a butt-ugly chick, and today it was a guy with tat-covered guns peeking out of an army-green tee.
“Hey, man.” Leo raised his fist for a knuckle bump.
Miguel put down the weight so he wouldn’t clobber the son-of-a-bitch. He nodded toward the man with curly brown hair and beard. “Got your own muscle now?”
Leo pointed. “That’s Garcia, my customer. He’s cool.”
Un-fucking-believable. “You brought him here?” Miguel’s temper soared. “¡Pinche puto pendejo!” Without warning, he punched Leo’s scrawny stomach, causing him to double over. Miguel held down the dealer’s bony back, preventing him from standing.
Miguel scanned the room, challenging anyone to interfere. No one did. He checked out Garcia, who sat with his back against the wall. His eyes flashed from Miguel to Leo, but he made no move to approach.
Satisfied, Miguel released the prick.
Leo stood, gasping for air. “Didn’t tell him your name.”
“What part of ‘it’s not safe for you or me’ don’t you understand?” Miguel asked through clenched teeth.
The idiot winced. “I thought you’d, ah, like to meet him.”
Most dealers would kill to keep their customers a secret. Miguel stepped within two inches of Leo’s nose. “Why would I want to meet your fuckin’ customer?”
Leo jumped back a couple feet. “He buys a lot.”
Miguel checked out Garcia, who opened a pocketknife and cleaned his nails. While giving the appearance of being laid back, he was watching every move. Shrewd.
Chills crawled down Miguel’s spine. Shrewd wasn’t good. If the dude ever ID’d Miguel, he’d get it right. How could Leo be that stupid, bringing in a stranger?
Leo’s eyes darted. He seemed more agitated than usual.
Was he using blow? Miguel checked Leo’s nose for redness or powder remnants. No. The cocksucker was naturally edgy.
“I was wonderin’ when I could get more shit, ya know? I’m gettin’ low.”
“Soon.” Miguel shoved Leo’s chest. “Now get the hell out.”
He stumbled away.
To help relieve his irritation, Miguel put two hundred pounds on the rack and did fifteen military presses. His other dealers understood their supply depended on protecting Miguel’s identity—but not fuckin’ Leo!
Miguel watched the asshole swagger out, followed by Garcia.
Leo’s customer was street smart; Miguel would give him that. Still, he hated being exposed. If Leo did stupid shit like this, what else was he doing?
Miguel felt as if a ten-pound weight had lodged in his gut.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Writing is Michele I. Khoury’s third career. After graduating from the University of California at Riverside with a Masters degree in Economics, she worked at Xerox, where she set multiple sales records, and Apple Computer, where she received the Business Development Manager of the Year award. For twenty-one years, she was an international business consultant and taught technology companies around the world how to sell.
Her writing career began when she took the Beginning, Intermediate, and Advanced Novel Writing Classes offered through the University of California Irvine’s extension program. She was one of three out of the fourteen students her professor choose to mentor and attended weekly critique sessions for six years. BUSTED is her debut novel, and she is currently writing her second book, which is about domestic violence and abuse.
She lives in Orange County, California with her husband and rescued dogs, Bubbles and Thriller.
For more information, please visit http://www.michelekhoury.com.