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Gael Arius 11 years later and the transformation was amazing.Now a well dress gangster who had many people selling cocaine all over Botoga and was into gambling and loan sharking.He operated out of the Casa Dago which he owned and turned it into a private club.He had hitmen and bodyguards and under bosses who ran different area's of his underworld.No longer a drunk but a sharp business man who read and studied how to get rich in legal businesses as well to filter his drug money in.

Abel a underboss of the loan sharking business came into the club and sat down in front of Gaels table.He took out a cigarette and lit it up."Gael our guy didn't show up with the days take.We thought maybe he ran with the money because it was a lot."

"Yes Abel spit it out where's the money or the collector."Said Gael smoking a cigar.

"He's dead in an alley and he is robbed.A knife to the throat but the police said his pants where down like he was going to screw a whore."

"Here's the deal your responsible for the money so if it is stolen then you get it back or pay it our of your pocket or else El Gato will be turned loose."Then pointed to a heavy set man with a bugle under his arm.

Abel left and started asking around the city about Juan's last day.Who might have seen or run into.No one had anything except a shop owner said he saw Juan go into an alley and he thought he saw a young whore there as well but these things happen all the time.

He asked around and no one seemed to know her or what she looked like being so new.

Finally he gave up and desided to pay up and move on and from now on the collectors would carry guns.

Back at Casa Dago Gael was mad of his collectors death and no one could be found.He had his competition and he desided to hit his chief gang the Saints of Bogota.Gaels men had thompsons sub machine guns from the war when America was trying to get Colombia into the war and afterwards the government sold the weapons on the street for money to put into the pocket of the President.

A 1953 chevy and a driver and two gunners drove by the Oasis club where the Saints held there get togethers.

The men drove by slowly the first time and two men were outside checking I.D.'s."Hey this is a private club,members only so take off."Yelled one of the guards to group trying to get in.

"Hey man whats the deal we have money to party and we have are own women."

"Don't need your fucking money so take off or I'll drill you."Then he open up his suit coat and showed him his pistol.

"Okay we have to get by those guards quietly in order to kill there boss."El Gato said to his crew.

"Okay I have an idea lets walk up to the guards and just shoot them with our 22's we carry for quiet hits.No one will hear the noise and then you guys just push the car through the front picture window.

Two men walked up to the guards in front of the club.

"What do you fuckers want this is a private club so take off."The guard said showing his weapon.

"That's great but not as impressive as the one in my suit jacket pointed at your heart."Then they both fired on them at once with the street noise it was not even noticed.Then they dragged the bodies off to the alley and the chevy came rolling in.

Crash it went into the picture window and making a mess of the wood frame all inside were shocked by the car crashing inside and did nothing.

El Gato and his crew got out of the car and started spraying the club with there thompsons sub machine guns.Bodies flying and glass breaking in all corners.Each gunner went through one hundred shots and when they ran out all was silent in the club.

"You want money pick there pockets."So his crew went through all there pockets and toss it into sack.Then they all got into the car and El Gato backed out and onto the street.

They drove off and counted the money and it was five hundred peso's a good night and a gang gone for good.

The next day Gael order his men to start to take over The Saints territory and there night club they owned as well.He was happy he now controlled the entire city in drugs and whores and gambling.

With his drug trade he had brought several farms and hire crews to run them growing coca plants to use the leafs to make cocaine.Still it wasn't a large vice just a local thing and not much more.He was comfortable and wanted to settle down and desided to hook up with long time girl friend that ran one of his whore house.Camlia was twenty years younger then him and bleached her hair blonde.She had big breast and a hour shape body and everyone wanted to screw her at first site.

She came once a week to the club to pay her money to Gael and sat waiting.Many times they went out afterwards and even stayed in a high class hotel and made love through the night.But nothing beyond that.

"Camila I am a man of few words.I am tired of living alone in my mansion.It needs a womans touch.You know me I am a gangster and not the easiest guy to get along with.You wanta be my old lady...........you know wife ?"

She sat up in her chair kind of nervous."You asking me to marry you or shack up with you and theres a difference."

"I need someone I can trust to watch my back and what better then a wife."

"Yes .......are we going to have a big wedding or what."

"A big fucking gangster wedding with all the underworld giving presents to the new boss of bosses."

She got up and ran into his arms and they kiss savagely.

The wedding was held at a church and Camila wore a white wedding gown and the braids maids were from her whore house.The Priest look at the people in church and crossed himself.

"Jesus save me from these people,"then closed his eyes and went over and performed the wedding.

El Gato standing by the back door looking around outside to make sure there would be no surprises.Abel was sitting with one of the whores with his hand under her dress.

Dolores was a beautiful former farm girl turned hooker but wanted out of the trade was putting his net on Abel who was in his thirtys and still single and just now coming into money.

Gael and Camila were going through the wedding and Abel had his hand under Dolores dress with her panties pulled down just above the knees.She spread her legs and he started pumping his hand into her cunt.

"Oh my god,"She moaned.

"Yes dear isn't it so beautiful another whore said from behind her and touched her shoulder.

"Yes fucking beautiful,"Abel replyed.

After the wedding they had a big reception and drugs and booze flowed.A band played and the night went into day with everyone still partying.