Chapter 26

Jose Fernandez tipped around the letter his son, Peterson, had just brought to him. He contemplated if he should open the letter and see whatever the leader of the Sanchez Cartel had written to him. But then, he could already guess what the man had written in the letter. It must be a letter blasting him straight into hell and returning him into hell on earth. What had the man expected? That he would have just retreated without a fight? Just like that? After the humiliation the Sanchez leader made him pass through? There was no way he would. He had simply waited for the past year for the police to get off his back. He had merely been brewing the wine of war while having the good times of his life partying and having good sex.

He had left the production and distribution of the h**d d***s to his son, Peterson, whom none of the mafia worlds ever knew existed. Jose had kept him hidden from the  d***s lords for more than twenty years of the young man's