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... 2 months ago ...
"S-Santiago... I... can explain this." Joe Florencio choked out as he stared at the mess of cocaine I had made on the floor when trying to examine the package for any anomalies.
"Can you now?" My father deadpanned, taking a step forward as his eyes travel to me. He gave me a look of approval and c****d his head slightly towards Demetrio and the twins. Without hesitation, I walked back to them, just as a few of my Father's men created a sort of barrier between me and Florencio's men.
"I must've mixed up- s-some of the merchandise..." Florencio spoke up again, and it seemed like every time he said something, my father's patience grew thinner.
"So you were planning on doing this to one of your other trusted clients?" Father replied, closing the br
