05-04-2015, 09:33 PM
Fuck me...Thank God.
Gregory - or fucking Lord Dane Gregory - was smarter than Jorge had given him credit for. Maybe he wasn't such a crazy guy.
More importantly, that smug bastard Ramirez seemed to take it in with no problems. The way Gregory looked at the crack-whore almost convinced him as well. Hell, they might even get along if he loosened up a bit!
Ramirez smiled at Gregory. "Women? I see Martina has caught your attention. You have a good eye my friend."
The bastard leered like a proud owner of a pedigree dog. Jorge would have shot him right there if not for his orders. "But first, business. Give me the information."
Jorge presented Martinez with the data stick, holding it back a moment. "We nearly died for this shit. I hope it's useful."
It was a video of Oakland in 'secret negotiations'. Jorge didn't know how much of it was true, but Oakland said it didn't matter what Martinez saw, he wouldn't be in a position to use it.
He'll get what's coming. Oakland will make him pay twice as much as I could.
Ramirez opened the video on his holo-screen watching a small snippet. A smile split his face before he handed the device to one of his men. No doubt to be sent off for authentication.
"You are both free to relax,"
Martinez continued, oblivious to Jorge's hatred. "Until then, my delicacies are yours."
The man clicked his fingers. "Martina! Get up you lazy bitch. We have guests."
He smiled at Gregory. "Treat our foreign friend well."
Jorge plastered a smile on his face. "Thanks. It was good doing business."
The best business I have ever done.
He'd see the smug fucker bled dry.
Gregory - or fucking Lord Dane Gregory - was smarter than Jorge had given him credit for. Maybe he wasn't such a crazy guy.
More importantly, that smug bastard Ramirez seemed to take it in with no problems. The way Gregory looked at the crack-whore almost convinced him as well. Hell, they might even get along if he loosened up a bit!
Ramirez smiled at Gregory. "Women? I see Martina has caught your attention. You have a good eye my friend."
The bastard leered like a proud owner of a pedigree dog. Jorge would have shot him right there if not for his orders. "But first, business. Give me the information."
Jorge presented Martinez with the data stick, holding it back a moment. "We nearly died for this shit. I hope it's useful."
It was a video of Oakland in 'secret negotiations'. Jorge didn't know how much of it was true, but Oakland said it didn't matter what Martinez saw, he wouldn't be in a position to use it.
He'll get what's coming. Oakland will make him pay twice as much as I could.
Ramirez opened the video on his holo-screen watching a small snippet. A smile split his face before he handed the device to one of his men. No doubt to be sent off for authentication.
"You are both free to relax,"
Martinez continued, oblivious to Jorge's hatred. "Until then, my delicacies are yours."
The man clicked his fingers. "Martina! Get up you lazy bitch. We have guests."
He smiled at Gregory. "Treat our foreign friend well."
Jorge plastered a smile on his face. "Thanks. It was good doing business."
The best business I have ever done.
He'd see the smug fucker bled dry.