A/N: Don’t flay me alive. I’m basing part of this story on a real life situation I’m keeping my eyes on.

Slanged: sold drugs.

La Cubana: A Greyhound-style bus service that run between Miami and New York.

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Lesson Two: Dress for Success

Mack’s POV

“Mommy! Mommy!”

Yala sinks to her knees in the middle of the Rikers visiting area and grabs the boys in a tight hug. I see the tears in her eyes and I kneel and wipe her face with my hankie.

She opens one eye and peers at me. “Thank you,” she whispers.

I nod and back away. This is her time. I know how she feels.

-oOo-

Earlier

Javi has my ass working like a cheap trick. I’m starting to get a flava, a style to work the streets, and I’m pulling back bigger and bigger contracts. The street guys are thrilled. We’re certain we’re gonna push past Trenton this month. We just know it.

After watching me handle that, Javi changes my job again! Now he wants me to handle more of Jorge’s stuff while Jorge works with Hector and Danny to get the technical setup for the Business Investigations group really moving. I start participating in the strategist calls and learn my new teammates across the company are good peeps. Continue reading →