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So they were picking up what I was putting down.
The others were going ahead.
Zayn was going to be in the middle.
And we were going last.
In fact, I was going dead last.
I was going to hang around and keep an eye on Daniyal until I was sure everything seemed safe enough and the others were getting closer to a main road where crimes, typically, just didn’t happen.
That was the plan, anyway. But then Daniyal was floating away on his little airboat, not to make an appearance again.
Not seeing any other threats around, I followed the guys back into Miami, heading to one of the club’s old haunts.
And I shit you the fuck not, by the time we all got inside, fucking Daniyal already had a table and was seated at it.
“Okay. Now, we can talk business,” Zayn declared after we each had a drink in our hands, save for Daniyal, who shook his head when Zayn asked him if he wanted anything. “What is it you want to know about me?”
“How reliable your clients are, for one,” Huck said.
“Oh, Huck, if you had any idea how hungry the market is for clean guns, you would know you don’t need to ask me that. The last three guys I tried to work with claimed their guns were clean, but they all traced back to bodies.
“It’s hard to find someone who is in the business, knows what they are doing, and delivers consistently. For that, my varied and numerous clients will likely pay double or even triple what your current clients pay.”
I didn’t know a shitton about the international arms trade. I was too busy getting to know the ins and outs of all the American organizations.
That said, there were no false notes in what he was saying.
“How often would you want shipments?” Huck asked. “I need to be able to provide my men with consistent pay.”
“Of course. Naturally. I am typically in the states once every six weeks. I would love for it to be more often, but it takes quite a while to be able to deliver shipments to certain areas of the world where guns are, shall we say, not entirely legal.”
“That’s understandable, so long as you aren’t ghosting us for months at a time.”
“My friend! Never,” Zayn claimed, pressing a hand to his heart. “Believe me, I like money just as much as you do.”
“And what about exclusivity? We currently have some clients who we don’t want to part with.”
“I would never get in the way of another man’s empire,” Zayn said, shrugging. “So long as my shipments are filled when I am ready to retrieve them, I can’t imagine why I’d give a fuck what you do with any other weapons you come across.”
I knew that was the main thing Huck was looking to confirm. No one wanted to put all their eggs in one basket. It put your entire income on the line if something went wrong.
So being able to continue what we were doing for a while as we tried out business with Zayn and his international clients.
We could be making what we were currently making plus the income Zayn would provide. We could be rolling in it.
And what was my first thought about what to do with that extra income?
Give it to Ama to use toward buying or expanding the clinic.
Her dreams, in a way, would always be mine.
It had been nice to see her with Eddie. She was okay with Levee and Cato back in the day. But they’d been idiot kids at the time, teasing her, trying her patience. It was really interesting to see her interacting with my adult friends, to laugh and smile and share silly small talk with him.
She didn’t treat him like he was less, or like there was anything to fear from him. As I was sure she treated all her patients.
The standard was just different… for me.
