The hit on Gomez wasn't successful and my mood goes from bad to worse. Adding to the cartel's f**k up, the son of a b***h who sent me the last two hookers cut me off. Says he wants nothing to do with more disappearing prostitutes because the other women in his stable are rebelling. I smell bullshit. I'm willing to pay big money and he had no problem taking it the last time.
I need to f*****g pound some snatch and then snuff out the life of said snatch to keep my cool. Nothing is going as planned, and Goose isn't helping matters by sulking around about his dead f*****g cousin. The man was stupid enough to be taken down by a woman. He deserved exactly what he got.
When the bitches escaped, Goose and I were out doing surveillance to see how difficult it would be to launch an attack against
