Ángel (Cartel#1) ON HOLD

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Ángel

I hadn't seen Danon for four years now we haven had the best relationship this far, but he's my bigger brother and I look up to him our father and dam on don't see eye to eye he said he'll tell me one day when I'm old enough to understand. All I know is my stepmother detests me, why I have no idea. My father has brought us both up to respect him and if we get a beating it's all for good reason, I'm starting to wonder. Danon has suffered more than I ever have dad reckons Danon needs to be taken down a peg or two, but I reckon he's a kindred spirit and all his anger is kept deep within all that pent-up anger, but one day he’ll use up all that pent up anger and destroy our father for all the s**t he's put us the right and I'll be right there with him, alongside him, watching his back and protecting him like he's protected me for as long as I can remember.

"Merci d'être venu me chercher Ángel. Plus il ne resterait plus rien de moi que du sang et des gars. (Thanks for coming to get me Ángel. Any longer there wouldn't be anything left of me but blood, and guys.)

"Qu'as-tu fait cette fois D?" (What have you done this time D?)

"C'est une longue histoire. Je vais donc couper court. J'ai besoin de foutre le camp hors de France jusqu'à ce que personne ne soit sur le point de me retrouver. (Who are we talking about D? It's got to be someone pretty f*****g important and royally pissed off at you if we're jumping the border.)

"Ils le sont s'ils me trouvent, je vais devoir expliquer ce que j'ai laissé échapper à la mafia française, ce n'est pas une putain de blague Ángel." (They are, if they find me, I will have to f*****g explain what I let out the French mafia ain't no fuckin joke Ángel.)

« Point vrai. Merde D, vous n'êtes pas vous-même dans une prise de vue cette fois. Heureusement que c'est moi et pas papa. (True point. Damn D you've not yourself into some shot this time. Lucky it's me and not dad.)

“Don't ever say that man's name in my presence.”

"Ne prononcez jamais le nom de cet homme en ma présence." (Sorry,) I mumbled.

"Alors, où allons-nous ?" (So where are we heading?)

"Mexique, nous revenons à nos racines." (Mexico, we're going back to our roots.)

I grinned. "C'est le Mexique, mon frère." (Mexico it is, brother.)

He nodded, sitting back, taking his headphones off and I spoke letting the pilot know where we were going.

It was going to be a long ass flight.

"Nous fantômes." (Ghost us.)

"Chef." (Boss.) The pilot said, before pressing a few buttons to switch off our GPS system and tracker so those dumb mafia guys couldn't track us no matter how harmed they tried.

Dominique

I strode over to my wife, Amy and my men, pulled her into my embrace, moulding her tightly to my chest. "You're safe now, my fiery flower."

I pressed his lips on hers and kissed her passionately, I was so scared I had lost her and if I didn't embrace this time with her she was surely to disappear in front of my eyes and the damn cartel would take her away from me for a f*****g randsom cause that's jsut how those sick bastards work.

"Désolé de vous interrompre, patron." (Sorry to interrupt you, boss.”

He pulled away. Looking angrily at Alexander, "Il vaut mieux que ce soit le bon Alexandre." (This had better be good Alexander.)

"Nous avons un problème, patron." (We have a problem, boss.)

« Quel est le problème, Alex ? » (What’s the problem, Alex?)

"L'un d'eux s'est enfui, les deux autres sont morts." (One of them got away, the other two are dead.)

"Lequel s'est enfui ?" (Which one got away?)

He swallowed hard. "Danon Jetter. Nous pensons qu'il s'est échappé pendant que les autres étaient abattus. ( Danon Jetter. We believe he slipped out whilst the others were gunned down.)

"Trouvez-le et assurez-vous qu'il ne vit pas un jour de plus." (Find him and make sure he doesn’t live to see another day.)

"Chef." (Boss.)

Angel

I took my headphones off. We landed on an airstrip four hours away from the border of Mexico and re fueled before taking off once more.

The next thing that happened was unexpected, none of us thought it would ever happen as many people came to Mexico on holiday. Maybe it was because we were in a helicopter. Shots echoed from the ground piercing thigh the metal then the pectoral tank f**k this wasn't good.

The main rotor blades spun out of control sending us into a downhill spiral.

Sinola

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the french helicopter cross over the border. Why the hell was there a French helicopter in my city? Why were they even here, we hadn't seen any french civilians cross our border in a helicopter for a long time they couldn't any normal French civilians they usually hey flew economy or first class but these idiots and the nevrce to use a f*****g helicopter to make us suspicious of them. I commanded my men to take them but th fuckin idiots had decided it was a good idea to hit the as a tank which would kill them all on impact.

“What the hell do you think that would accomplish apart from death? Find the helicopter, and if there are casualties bring them back to the mansion and get them looking like they haven't just been in a fuckin crash!”

“Boss.”

My men headed to the crash site whilst I went back to the mansion i needed to find out what I could about that fuckin helicopter, and who it belonged to so I could question the survivors.