On the plane back to LA, I couldn't stop thinking about this deal approaching. Tony-Castelli was with me on the plane going to see the don and to make a huge drug deal, one that is worth more than $400,000. I could not stop thinking that something went wrong, that the police or FBI was on us. Getting the cocaine to LA wasn't too hard. We had it with us on the plane, hidden by our clothes. The dumbass airplane employees didn't notice a thing. As the plane landed, we got our stuff and went outside to see a car waiting for us. Some friend of Tony was there to drive us to the deal. He seemed drunk, which made things kind of upsetting. The man wasn't in the family, which made me worry that he might be a cop or something. But Tony ushered me in the vehicle and we were began driving.

Tony had earlier explained that someone else from the family might join us when we get there, but wasn't certain if he could make it. He explained that if things went wrong, there were guns in the trunk of the car that were put there by someone in the family for us.

I still had some bad feeling about this deal, like it wasn't worth it, but i was stuck for the ride.

"Are you sure everything will go right?

I waited for Tony's answer

" ya, everything will go all right. The deal is with some friends of mine i have known for a long time. They would never betray me."

"Are you sure that no cops are on to us, no detectives, no nobody"

I was looking around on the streets just to make sure no cars were following us for the past few minutes we got in the car. I still felt unsatisfied with the risks of this drug deal.

" I talked to certain people to make sure no one will come. The police captain and detectives won't allow any cops near us. The price was a little high, but it wasn't too much. This deal is flawless, i don't think we even need the guns"

I looked at the driver in question and whispered to Tony "Are you sure the driver won't rat us out?"

" I would feel very betrayed if my own cousin told any damn cops about us, my cousin would never do that, since i'm the only family he's got!"

Realizing what i said, i felt bad for asking the question. I then asked, " what happened to them?"

"what do you mean by that?"

"What happened to his family that made you the last family member he's got"

I looked at the mirror, seeing the driver's emotions in his face. His eyes were staring down, unblinking, saddened by my words. I looked to Tony, his face unchanged.

"I don't wish to talk about. It's better if we don't discuss it"

He looked out the window, not wanting to talk. I realized i had no right to ask a question that could be a horrible memory. I stopped talking also, turned my head, and looked out the window. I hadn't realized ten minutes later we had pulled into an alleyway, and that Tony was getting out, it was time for the drug deal.

To be continued...