“I’m driving myself.” I call out to Julio, Monte, and Joe who were waiting outside of their Mercedes SUV. I walked over to my black Land Rover, getting into the driver’s seat. Maximo got into he passenger seat and looked over at me, concerned. “Ready?” I ask him after I had already started the car.
We headed out into the night of Miami. Miami was always busy, like a city that never sleeps. We headed towards The Velvet Room – Miami while the guards followed us. When arriving at the club, I pulled up in front and parked the car. I got out and headed inside, the bouncer stopped me before realizing who I was, “Sorry, Ms. Martin.” Maximo got close to him and whispered in his ear, and he again apologized, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Hernandez.” He said before unlocking the door.
I entered and headed for the stairs leading to the upper-level office. Without knocking, I let myself in. “Holy fuck, ever heard of knocking!” The manager yelled across the room without looking up. But I noticed he had a girl under his deck.
“Max, that is no way to speak to your boss.” I hissed back, annoyed at his incompetence. He snapped his head up and stood up before he could pull his pants up.
“Oh, God, I am so sorry, Fallon. I didn’t know it was you! How are you? Are you ready to meet the girls?”
I snapped my fingers and Joe went over to Max, he pushed him back into his chair and stood behind him with his gun to Max’s head. “I expected this to be handled by the time I got here, I gave you plenty of time.” Max started to shake and sweat.
“Yes, everything is arranged. I have everything ready to go.” I tilted my head and raised my eyebrow at him. He made a quick call, saying “Send them up.” Before putting the phone down and gulping.
Two tall, thin, blondes walked into the room. They both had on trench coats, which was odd in Miami. “Drop them.” I said, ordering the women to drop their trench coats. They were both in black, strappy lingerie with tall leather heels. I turned back to Max, “and these are the ones he orders weekly, correct?”
“Y-y-yes, ma’am. He orders them every week and has for the past three months. He ordered them for tonight.”
“Good, now go.” Max quickly stood up and walked out of the room. I also motioned for Julio, Monte, Joe, and Maximo to leave the room. Maximo stood his ground, “Maximo, I need to do this, for my baby.” He stood emotionless for a moment before leaving and closing the door behind him.
“Okay girls, here is the plan.”
I waited outside of Jesus’s estate as the girls walked in. They were equipped with a bourbon bottle loaded with heroin, pain pills, and Viagra. The plan was for the girls to get Jesus drunk on the laced bottle which would kill him, making it look like he had a heart attack during sex. Jesus was straight and narrow; his only vice was Cuban cigars and bourbon.
The guards outside the estate saw the girls and immediately let them in. They didn’t even check them. Perfect I whispered to myself. The girls stated that they were dropped off and the driver would wait until their 90 minutes was up. So, I waited in the car.
It had been about 30 minutes, so I knew that Jesus had drank the bourbon by now and was starting to mellow out. I got out of the SUV and walked up to the guards, they held out their hands and motioned for me to stop. “Sorry, just looking for a light.” I said holding up a cigarette. The guards walked towards me, one pulling out a lighter. I think it helped that I was wearing a strappy leather lingerie outfit, making them think I was with the girls.
I leaned in, letting the man light my cigarette, “want one?” I held the box out to the men who both grabbed one. We stood there for about 10 minutes smoking. I gained just enough trust with them that they didn’t notice me pull my silenced handgun out of my thigh holster and shoot both in the chest.
They fell to the ground, gasping for air. That’s when Julio jumped out the back of the van and dragged the guards into the bushed outside the front of the home. He searched their bodies and found the key to the front door.
He handed it to me, and I quickly let myself in. All the lights were off. I noticed music coming from a back bedroom. I slowly opened the door when I saw one of the girls dancing on a pole and the other on the lap of Jesus. He was drowsy and could barely keep his head up.
I motioned for the girls to leave; they quickly left the room. I turned the music off. Jesus drunkenly said, “Girls, turn the music back on we were just getting started.” That’s when he lifted his head and saw me.
“El diablo!” He stated, unable to get up. “I thought you were dead!”
“Well, you were wrong, maybe should have hired a bigger asshole to finish the job.”
He tried getting up but fell off the sofa. He was finally able to sit up and lean against the sofa. “Fallon, look, bello, it’s all business.” He stumbled over his words
“So it’s business to kill your only grandchild and the wife of your son?”
“Yes, you having that baby means that there is an heir to the cartel leader, meaning that I can never be in power again.” He was getting more and more groggy.
“Jesus, fuck you. Fuck you for trying to kill me and fuck you for killing my baby!”
“Fallon, I’m sorry, it’s only business.” He said before falling over. He was barely breathing and began foaming from the mouth. The son of a bitch finally breathed his last breath.
I gathered everything with any DNA on it, wiping off the pole and grabbing the bottle of bourbon. I texted Julio to help me get Jesus back on the sofa, unbutton his pants, and pull down his boxers to make it look like this happened during sex. I wiped the foam from his mouth.
Before leaving, we moved the guards to the back of the SUV. I new that Jesus’s maid would be there in the morning and call 911. The girls, Julio, and I packed up the SUV and left.