Many years ago I randomly met Shayla and introduced her to my operations
in drug running. We drove all over the country for hours on end and made lots
of money together. She was like a little sister to me and eventually I wanted a
safer life for her. That prompted a change, I faked my death to end my reign,
disassociate myself to the groups I contracted with, and protect those whom I
love. At the end of the day I’m
just a bad ass romantic back from the dead to reconnect with my loved ones.
There she is. 3 years after “Ryan”
and my sister hasn’t aged a day. But this time she’s not my biological sister,
rather a girl whom I took under my wing about 10 years ago to show the mechanics
of organized crime. Excitement, nervousness, and courage all percolated through
her body language as I approached her. Short, well dressed, and lively, she
complimented me briefly then got right into the overview of my new persona. Her
girlfriend anxiously waited upstairs as we reviewed the plan for me to confirm a
story my “sister” told her for whatever reason.
Shayla is a brilliant woman and puts
superior energy towards her desired acquisitions. Strategy, ambition, youth,
and growing knowledge amongst other attributes are what almost guarantee her
path towards her version of happiness. I strive not to judge (as I’m sure if
you’ve read from “that life” there’s been some temptation) and embrace that no
one is perfect but working with Shayla again required moral suppression and
some distaste with myself for contributing to a situation that could be deemed
as wrong.
Together again, moral separatists
with different agendas fueling faux comfort in each other’s company as we await
the girlfriends entrance to scene 1 set 1. “There she is”, Shayla’s tone seemed
genuinely relieved as we stood and the girlfriend advanced to our table.
Standing at my shoulders “the girlfriend” was a stick, had implants, and a
jersey shore doll face with nervous pretty eyes. I was told that they met at
the strip club while GF was on stage. Shaking, she smiles and gives me a big
hug exclaiming that she’s heard so much about me and that Shayla speaks of me
almost every day.
We went to Dos Caminos’s bar on 3rd
Ave and Shayla lead the conversations as I followed with improvisation. She
started off repeating how she was so happy to see me and then said, “So I know
I shouldn't be asking but are you in some sort of witness protection?” I
paused, looked over the back of my shoulder and replied, “You know I shouldn't
tell you too much, it’s not safe for you two to know much about me… I'm not
with any government agencies in any country, just a new group.” I followed up
saying how nice it was to hear their southern accents and that the only accents
I hear now are of broken island English. Shayla said that she shouldn’t ask any
more questions of the nature so that they wont learn too much, hinting to the
GF not to inquire.
We reminisced of our long drives
around the country transporting “materials” and Shayla told me how her
girlfriend knows just some of our stories. I asked the GF if she loved “my
girl” and she confirmed. Shayla then smiled and told me about how her GF’s ex
was an asshole. I asked her if he was violent and the GF went quiet. I told her
that I still know people down in their area and that if she really wanted me to
then I could have some people go and have a conversation with him about it.
Shayla loved that then asked, “Do you ever worry about the people looking for
you, can you ever come back?" Again I pause and look over my shoulder,
“Well they'll be in a box before I come back."
I begin the final scene with a
heart-wrenching monologue of how I was so sorry that I had to leave the way I
did. I didn’t want my little sister to continue in the industry and knew that
she wouldn’t listen to any requests to cease and desist. “I'm sorry I've been
absent. You know with who we were working with that I couldn’t have just given
my 2 weeks.” They both felt the “love” I have for Shayla and I told them that
I’ve been working on a plan to make things safe again. Sometime soon I will
have a jet meet them in Miami to fly them to a location where we can rendezvous
in more relaxed circumstances, where I have people to assure the lack of danger.
GF was ecstatic and asked me to attend their wedding because she knew how much
it would mean to Shayla. I told her that for me to go back down in their neck
of the woods I would need to dress like a woman and we all laughed. She said “even
if it’s just you and us, that would be so special” I told her to be good to “my
girl” because I’ll always be watching. They each got a hug and kiss from me followed
by the inevitable “adios (I just made the easiest money of my life)” smile.
[Text received] “Amazing.”
