The Code

Stepping out of my car, I paused outside the Clubhouse at Gulland East boarder. This was where most of the exchanges took place with me on the Frontline.

Communication with foreign Mafia's and cartels were easy with me because I speak several languages including Spanish, french and Latin.

I told two of coopingar’s men with me to stand guard outside and to send signal if any danger arose.

Sliding my hand through my hair and straightening my coat. I took the briefcase stuffed with dollar notes and moved forward.

I was fucking exhausted, wanting nothing more than to go back home to my bed and catch an hour or two of sleep, but my duties as a front-man didn’t stop because I had decided to stay out all night.

Ambre Constructions was just a cover up for this business. It gave me the most money, yet no one knew I was involved.

Coopingar was on the wanted list, so I was his most trusted to lead the front while he lie on a low.

The club in North West, as well as his other profitable