Page 51 of The Greek's Retribution

Trappa smirks, shaking his head as he lowers it, then looks back up at Zar. “So, what are you asking...am I a plant, a snitch, or a bitch for the Santiago’s?”

“Are you?” I growl behind him. I’m nose to nose with him when he leaps from his chair, then faces me. Fuck being diplomatic with his ass, he’s going to tell me right now who his alliance is with. His men stand, ready to draw their weapons.

Zar motions his hands up and down, alerting Hendrix, Frankie, and Mike to remove their hands from their weapons.

Trappa smirks again as he looks over his shoulder, getting a look at the Zar and the others. Hendrix and Frankie have their hands at their sides but Mike still has his resting above the butt of his gun, giving Trappa a challenging glare. Alistair is sitting back in his chair with his gun and knife on the table in front of him, showing all his teeth with a crazy grin.

Trappa turns to his side, so he can get a clear view of everyone, then instructs his men, “It’s cool, you can sit back down.” As they do, Trappa eyes me, then continues, “What are you trying to say white boy? Oh, excuse me because I know you don’t like that shit. So, what are trying to say, Greek?” Trappa asks with hostility. “Don’t think that you’re dealing with some low level street hustler or where I lay my head makes me some kind of a thug off the streets. I’ve paid my dues in this game. You’re not dealing with an uneducated motherfucker. Yeah, me and them motherfuckers have a truce, but that’s only because they got tired of me and my people killing theirs off. Now, when it comes to the shit you’re insinuating, you can kiss my ass. I only called Janae because this shit is too close to her and I don’t want anything to happen to her. Don’t let my kindness of letting you handle Andre be some type of weakness. You got South Dallas Boys here and we don’t back down to no one whether their Cartel, Mafia, or some bullshit rival clique. We go hard for ours and that includes Nae Nae.” His eyes dart from mine to Mike’s, who I’m sure wants to put those big ass hands around Trappa’s neck for mentioning his wife’s name.

Trappa brings his gaze back to me. We stare each other down, both ready for the other to make the wrong move. What he says is s all good and dandy, but it could be all a front for his true intentions.

“Xander, step away from him,” Zar orders.

Not wanting to, I give Trappa one last menacing look before going to stand next to Mike. Zar already knows if he gives me the signal, Trappa would be at the Pearly Gates before he knew who took his life.

Leaning forward, Zar lays it on the line. “Look Trappa, all we want to know is which side are you with. I know we’ve only had the one dealing with each other and you’ve probably been doing business with the Cartel far longer, but this shit right here is outweighing fucking business. The Cartel wants to destroy my family and I can’t have that, so anyone who doesn’t stand with us, will fall with those against us.

Trappa slams his hands on the table. “Dammit, if I was against your asses then I would have never called Nae Nae to give you the heads up! Shit, I live in Oak Cliff! I’m at the age where I see how the drugs we push to our own people are hurting our community. It took me a long time to recognize it because of all the money I was making and how my name brought fear into those who thought they could rise up against me, but now I do. Fuck the Santiago’s, right now, all I want is for my people and Nae Nae to be safe. She made it out of the hood...” He turns to Mike. “And I know that’s because of you, but at the same time I was going to make sure she and my sisters did whether it be from my drug money or legit business’. And guess what, they did.”

My erratic emotions calm some from hearing his declaration. Trappa seems to be genuine with his words and from what Janae told us of their relationship, he appeared to be a big brother looking after his little sister.

“Far enough,” Zar states. “I believe you Trappa. I have a little sister and I can honestly say I would probably do the same thing for her if I was in your shoes. Please, have a seat.” Zar holds out his hand, gesturing to the chair Trappa once occupied. Trappa nods at me before he grabs the top of the chair, rolls it back, then spins it and sits. “

“Now, that we’ve got that cleared up, what can you tell us about the Santiago Cartel?” Zar probes, wanting to get all the information Trappa could tell us about those assholes.

Chapter 17

Xander

After clearing theair with Trappa, Mike put in a video call to Tech so he could get surveillance on all the locations of Santiago’s spots in Oak Cliff. Trappa gave us the rundown from drug houses, clubs, you name it. The Cartel had their hands in just about everything illegal going on in Dallas. Their sect here wasn’t as large as the one in Chicago or in Mexico, but there was enough of them to carry out any orders from Eduardo.

With what we now know, it was time to erase those motherfuckers from our city. I wasn’t shocked when Trappa told Zar, if the war spills over into his territory, he and his people would fight along with us.

We were so into going over the details of taking Eduardo down, we lost track of the time until one of the guards comes into tell us O’Rourke and his men have arrived.

“Shit,” Zar says, looking at his watch, then tells the guard. “Send them in.”

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