Chapter 59

Konstantin, a burly and imposing figure with a shaved head, sought out Nairobi, a wiry and streetwise inmate with a network of connections. They had been chosen for this task by Chao's loyal gang, and the weight of their success rested on their shoulders.

As they made their way through the crowded yard, their fellow inmates oblivious to the illicit transactions taking place, Konstantin and Nairobi exchanged nods of acknowledgment. The drugs they carried were tucked away in their clothing, concealed from prying eyes.

"Ready to make our report?" Nairobi asked, his voice low and filled with a sense of urgency.

Konstantin's response was a curt nod. He knew that their progress was being closely monitored by Jake, Chao's trusted right-hand man. Any hesitation or misstep could lead to trouble, and they were determined not to disappoint.

Upon reaching Jake, who stood discreetly at the edge of the yard, they wasted no time. Konstantin stepped forward, a sense of purpose in his eyes. He spoke in a hushed tone, "We've completed the sales, Jake. The bucks are ready for collection."

Jake, his expression unreadable, nodded in acknowledgment. He had a reputation for being pragmatic and unflinchingly loyal to Chao. He extended a bag, its contents unknown to the casual observer but clearly intended to receive the proceeds.

Nairobi handed over a bundle of cash, the culmination of their successful transactions. The bills were small and unmarked, the currency of choice in a place where anonymity was paramount.

Konstantin followed suit, his earnings added to the growing pile of money. The exchange was quick and efficient, a testament to the discipline of Chao's gang and their ability to operate with precision.

Once the transactions were complete, Jake's gaze lingered on the two inmates. "Good work," he said, his voice low but filled with a hint of approval. "Chao will be pleased."

Konstantin and Nairobi exchanged a subtle glance, knowing that their success was not only a testament to their abilities but also a way to earn favour within the prison's intricate power structure.

With the bucks collected, Jake tucked the bag securely beneath his clothing, concealing it from prying eyes. He then issued a final command to the two inmates. "Stay vigilant, and remember the rules. Discretion is our ally in this endeavour."

They both nodded, their expressions resolute. They knew that the road ahead was fraught with danger, and maintaining the delicate balance between power and secrecy was their greatest challenge.

Jake approached cautiously, his eyes meeting Chao's as he came to a respectful stop just outside the cell. He had the bag containing the proceeds from the drug sales securely hidden beneath his clothing, and he knew that Chao was eager to see the fruits of their labor.

"Boss," Jake began, his voice steady and respectful, "everything has already been sold. The bucks are ready for you."

Chao regarded Jake with a calculating expression, one that hinted at both curiosity and authority. He extended a hand, a silent command for Jake to present the bag.

Without hesitation, Jake reached beneath his clothing and retrieved the bag. It was unremarkable in appearance, just a plain canvas sack. However, the weight of the money within it was a testament to their success. He handed the bag to Chao, who accepted it with a nod of acknowledgment.

Chao opened the bag, briefly examining the contents. The money had been meticulously counted, each bill a symbol of the influence and resources at their disposal. In the prison, currency was power, and Chao was determined to maintain a firm grip on both.

"Good," Chao said finally, his voice low and commanding. "Your efficiency is appreciated, Jake."

Jake inclined his head in acknowledgment, a sense of pride welling up within him. Earning Chao's favour was not a simple feat, and he knew that his role within the gang was vital to their collective success.

"Now," Chao continued, his gaze shifting from the bag to Jake, "let me go and see these Lopez Brothers. We need to discuss our first part of the share."

"What's up, Perez? Carlos?" Chao greeted them with a nod, his voice low and measured. He had a reputation to uphold, one built on strength, cunning, and control.

Perez, the elder of the Lopez Brothers, responded, "Hi, Chao. We're good. How's the deal going so far?"

Chao's lips curled into a subtle, enigmatic smile. "Everything is intact, Perez. We've already sold everything."

Carlos couldn't help but express his admiration. "Wow, Chao, what a man you are."

Chao's gaze shifted from one brother to the other, his eyes assessing every detail. He understood the power of perception, and he intended to project an image of unwavering authority.

"I'm here to give you the bucks of the sold drugs," Chao announced, reaching into a concealed pouch and withdrawing a bundle of bills.

Perez extended a gloved hand, and Carlos placed the money into it. The transaction was conducted with an air of professionalism that hinted at their collective experience in the illicit world of contraband.

Chao, never one to reveal his emotions, remained composed as he counted the money with a practiced eye. Each bill represented a piece of their growing empire within the prison, and Chao was determined to ensure its continued expansion.

Once satisfied, Chao looked up at the Lopez Brothers. "We talk when the next batch arrives."

Carlos nodded, his expression serious. "Sure, Chao."

"Jake, with the first part of our share, give the gang members that worked their dues," Chao instructed, his tone firm but appreciative. He recognized the importance of keeping his loyal followers motivated and content.

Jake nodded in acknowledgment. He understood the significance of this moment – not only were they reaping the rewards of their illicit endeavors, but they were also reinforcing the bonds of loyalty within the gang.

With Chao's approval, Jake began distributing the money to the gang members. Each member received their portion, and the atmosphere was one of quiet satisfaction. The gang members knew the risks associated with their activities, but the promise of financial gain was a powerful motivator.

As Jake moved through the group, handing out the money, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. They had successfully completed their part of the operation, and the proceeds were a testament to their efficiency and dedication.