Sparkle in the underworld

nds meet. Marie and Jan got married in the ’70s and had 4 children two boys and two girls I Sebastien,

e confident pose of a true Mexican lady. She was brought up by a drunk father who raped her and made her give up her baby girl to the street of Sinaloa Culiacán and a prostitute of a mother this lifestyle made her hate marriage. She left Culiacán and never looked back. She fell in love

ss of his lifestyle and farming, and had a weathered appearance. He was a low-level American citizen who grew up in a happier home environment filled with poverty. He always had plans of living the life of the farm

afia business for over two decades. El Masoo was a linchpin in the Corvino Coterie Cartel, a secret organization but later became an infamous organization with a reach that extended across the United States. Pablo had inherited the reins of the cartel with the support of his father, Don Gusto Coterie,, the enigmatic founder of Corvino Coterie. The Corvino Cartel is made up of the five largest cities in America; New York wit

get your cut” Pablo said. Jan asked " What's that Pablo?” “Cannabis! this is what the business is producing and selling!” He said in an excited tone and under the influence of marijuana. Pablo had managed to keep this secret from the prying eyes of law enforcement and nosy neighbors for years. With a sly grin, he replied to Jan, "You got it, Jan. We've got a good thing going here, and we'll keep it under wraps as always." Jan said he will think about it and get back t him. They discussed other matters like family and his children and they went to play soccer. After a few days from the visit to Pablo’s ranch, Jan agreed and at fourth night, Pablo sent some laborers to plant the marijuana and some other illicit drugs on Jan’s farm. Days went by and my father continued to grow the marijuana on his farm he had stopped me from engaging in the activities of the farm but I was one hell of a stubborn boy while growing up. When the cannabis was ready to be harvested on the eve of a very wary night Pablo, Jan, and some other workers went to the farm and harvested it. These drugs were taken to Pablo’s ranch the El Masoo ranch peacefully and then my father knew t

ity lights blurred past Jan as he navigated the familiar streets. He drove cautiously, adhering to the speed limits and traffic rules, ensuring not to draw any unwanted attention. Every turn was deliberate, every stop calculated. The weight of the cargo seemed heavier as the minutes ticked by, the fear of what could go wrong gnawing at him. Unbeknownst to my father, the police had received a tip and were closing in. The trap was set, and law enforcement officers lay in wait, ready to intercept the truck and seize the illegal cargo. As he approached the designated delivery point, the tension in the air was palpable. He parked the truck, took a deep breath, and said another prayer, seeking guidance and protection. He knew the risks, but he was driven by the desire to provide a better life for his family. Little did he know that the events of this night would set in motion a series of events that would challenge his loyalty, his love, and his entire way of life. The night held secrets that were yet to be unveiled, and fate had a plan that would test Jan and Pablo. With a trap set by the police, the truck’s tires had been punched by a wooden plank filled with sharp piercing nails which made the truck leave the road and crash. My father inside the truck was praying and the police surrounded him.. He knew they wouldn't know how they kept the merchandise hidden but without knowledge of the tip the police knew exactly how he was

lit for my father had fallen Modern as my mother was, she still believed in myth and legends and had a quick shiver around her. She feared that something bad had hap

see what was happening. I found my mother hastily putting on her shoes and grabbing her coat. Tears were streaming down her face as she struggled to hold back sobs. "Sebastien," she said, her voice cracking, "we need to go to your father. He's in trouble." My heart sank at the news. I loved my father dearly and couldn't fathom the thought of him in trouble. "What happened, Mom?" I asked, trying to steady my own emotions. "Your father was caught smuggling marijuana to Chicago. We need to go to the police station," Marie replied, her voice choked with emotion. Fear and disbelief washed over me. I knew my father was involved in some questionable activities, but the reality of it all crashing down on me was overwhelming. I felt a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, confusion, and a profound sense of responsibility for my younger siblings. My

e and alive. Under the dim night sky, Pablo had paid a visit to Jan. Jan and Pablo discussed the difficult situation they were in. Prison weighed on Jan like an anchor, laden with guilt and fear for his family. Meanwhile, Pablo, known for his cunning, was already plotting plans to recover their losses. "Cousin, we need to find a way to compensate for this loss," said Pablo with determination. "We can't just stand empty-handed; it's not our style." Jan, still overwhelmed by sorrow and regret, nodded. "You're right, but I don't know what to do. My family is the most important thing to me, and now everything is in jeopardy." Pablo reflected for a moment and then had an idea. "Look, we have that land where we planted before. We can use it to start again, grow more cannabis, and make up for what we lost. But this time, it will be a more discreet, safer crop. Also, in case it will make you feel more relaxed I don’t mind hiring Sebastien but he would be more discreet if you would be ha

bleak. Amid this ordeal, my mother stood by Jan's side, unwavering in her support and love. She visited him regularly, offering words of encouragement and reassurance that they would face this trial together, no matter the outcome. As the trial unfolded, the prosecution presented a strong case. However, my father’s defense argued for leniency, emphasizing his love for his family and the desperation that had driven him to make this fateful choice. The courtroom was filled with tension, and the fate of my father hung in the balance. In the end, the judge rendered a verdict. While my father would face the consequences of his actions, the sentence was somewhat lighter than anticipa

epted the offer. I have always been fond of my uncle Pablo and took him as a saint. I always saw him as a father figure likewise, he always saw me as a son. H

ily and the shadows of their past. The legacy of the Corvino Coterie would reach out, casting its long and ominous shadow over my life, and the echoes of our past would resonate throu

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