up and arrested everyone for impersonating police, breaking and entering and having weapons.
I posted everybody’s bail through an attorney in an effort to keep my identity anonymous.
I had to find the leak. They knew our complete plans; date, time, how many men, everything. The very next night I sent four men to the same warehouse with automatic weapons with silencers and once inside there was nothing, a few men, but no drugs of any kind and no weapons. This was beyond belief as I knew the trucks had left there full of drugs. Then it came to me. Next door and backing on the building was a pottery wholesaler’s warehouse that eighteen wheelers dropped off pottery from Mexico. Surprise- surprise, there must be a tunnel from one warehouse to the other. That’s why there was never anything in the main warehouse with the cameras, lights and fences. So everybody would look there and not the warehouse next door in the back.
I got as many men, guns, cars and trucks as I could gather and pulled a raid on the pottery warehouse. After gaining entrance with fifteen armed men, there were five armed men inside which we took by surprise and overpowered most without a shot; only two of their men died. In this warehouse was a ton of cocaine, meth, grass and e-pills and to my surprise there were five pallets shrink wrapped full of cash.
I took two men with silenced machine guns and went to where the other men were disarmed and sitting on the floor against the wall and shot them all and killed them knowing they would be part of the crew coming after me if I left them alive. I also knew the Mexicans would take care of their bodies because if they called the cops, they would be put in jail, too. No doubt heads were going to roll or should I say heads would be cut off because of the missing money and drugs totaling about thirty five million dollars all told.
I had the men load the money first, followed by the cocaine and then pills and grass. I had to get more trucks so I rented them. We took everything to our warehouse, and I had one pallet of money counted, then gave each man one hundred grand with a speech about keeping it low, don’t tell your wife or girlfriend. No new cars or houses or boats and don’t put the money in the bank.
“You will go to jail. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow but soon,” I said.
CHAPTER 5
The next night they attacked my warehouse and my house. The warehouse was totally empty, but the gun fight at my house went on for a long time, until a neighbor called the cops. Two squad cars pulled up, and within a short time they were full of holes and the occupants dead. I had put two snipers on my roof with 7-mm mags, and they never quit firing. Every window on both floors was shot out and the dead bodies in my courtyard and driveway up to the gate totaled in the teens.
Six or eight cop cars pulled up, accompanied by a Miami SWAT team truck full of ready to rock and roll SWAT team members. They started shooting and arresting people on the spot. Soon there were several hundred Mexicans dead or under arrest and in hand cuffs.
The cops took me and several of my men downtown. The jig was up. There was no doubt about me being a major drug dealer. From now on the authorities would be on my tail trying to catch me.
My attorney loved this new turn of events.
When we were released and back to my house, the cleaning crew had been there for twenty four hours. The windows were being repaired and several hundred bullet holes were being filled in, but the entire front of the house needed repainting.
The neighbors had gotten a petition to force me out of the neighborhood. Now no one even waved to me as they passed. I guess they too knew who I was and where my money comes from.
I found a place in a high-rise, a penthouse for twenty-five thousand a month, fully furnished and with a special key to get the elevator to take you up. I figured I would be safer there, but I still had two
I posted everybody’s bail through an attorney in an effort to keep my identity anonymous.
I had to find the leak. They knew our complete plans; date, time, how many men, everything. The very next night I sent four men to the same warehouse with automatic weapons with silencers and once inside there was nothing, a few men, but no drugs of any kind and no weapons. This was beyond belief as I knew the trucks had left there full of drugs. Then it came to me. Next door and backing on the building was a pottery wholesaler’s warehouse that eighteen wheelers dropped off pottery from Mexico. Surprise- surprise, there must be a tunnel from one warehouse to the other. That’s why there was never anything in the main warehouse with the cameras, lights and fences. So everybody would look there and not the warehouse next door in the back.
I got as many men, guns, cars and trucks as I could gather and pulled a raid on the pottery warehouse. After gaining entrance with fifteen armed men, there were five armed men inside which we took by surprise and overpowered most without a shot; only two of their men died. In this warehouse was a ton of cocaine, meth, grass and e-pills and to my surprise there were five pallets shrink wrapped full of cash.
I took two men with silenced machine guns and went to where the other men were disarmed and sitting on the floor against the wall and shot them all and killed them knowing they would be part of the crew coming after me if I left them alive. I also knew the Mexicans would take care of their bodies because if they called the cops, they would be put in jail, too. No doubt heads were going to roll or should I say heads would be cut off because of the missing money and drugs totaling about thirty five million dollars all told.
I had the men load the money first, followed by the cocaine and then pills and grass. I had to get more trucks so I rented them. We took everything to our warehouse, and I had one pallet of money counted, then gave each man one hundred grand with a speech about keeping it low, don’t tell your wife or girlfriend. No new cars or houses or boats and don’t put the money in the bank.
“You will go to jail. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow but soon,” I said.
CHAPTER 5
The next night they attacked my warehouse and my house. The warehouse was totally empty, but the gun fight at my house went on for a long time, until a neighbor called the cops. Two squad cars pulled up, and within a short time they were full of holes and the occupants dead. I had put two snipers on my roof with 7-mm mags, and they never quit firing. Every window on both floors was shot out and the dead bodies in my courtyard and driveway up to the gate totaled in the teens.
Six or eight cop cars pulled up, accompanied by a Miami SWAT team truck full of ready to rock and roll SWAT team members. They started shooting and arresting people on the spot. Soon there were several hundred Mexicans dead or under arrest and in hand cuffs.
The cops took me and several of my men downtown. The jig was up. There was no doubt about me being a major drug dealer. From now on the authorities would be on my tail trying to catch me.
My attorney loved this new turn of events.
When we were released and back to my house, the cleaning crew had been there for twenty four hours. The windows were being repaired and several hundred bullet holes were being filled in, but the entire front of the house needed repainting.
The neighbors had gotten a petition to force me out of the neighborhood. Now no one even waved to me as they passed. I guess they too knew who I was and where my money comes from.
I found a place in a high-rise, a penthouse for twenty-five thousand a month, fully furnished and with a special key to get the elevator to take you up. I figured I would be safer there, but I still had two
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