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Terry and Mack had learned more than they had ever imagined about commodities trading since partnering with Marty and Vincent, who made it a priority that while under their tutelage they obtained knowledge along with wealth.
Vincent was an integral part of their operation because he was still employed by Goldman’s. Marty’s former mentor, Jack, had taken a liking to Vincent, which in Marty’s eyes only meant that he would be offered as the company’s sacrificial lamb if the need ever arose.
Now that Vincent was aware of Jack’s cold-hearted, callous ways, he took advantage by absorbing valuable information and using it for his benefit. His inside access combined with Marty’s uncanny knowledge proved to create a winning team. Marty’s ingenious trading decisions were based on extremely complex mathematical algorithms to process data on market developments and execute trades rapidly.
In forty-five days, Terry and Mack’s combined one hundred thousand dollar investment saw a nearly forty percent return and there was no sign of slowing down.
The lives they lived on the other side of the fence, however, proved to be much more difficult to maintain. Mack’s relationship with Sandra had fallen completely apart. One day after buying her an assortment of gifts and flowers, he went to her house and found that Sandra no longer lived there. The house was vacant with a For Rent sign in the window. He tried calling and texting her. He even made attempts to contact her through Facebook and Instagram, to no avail.
Mack did his best to suppress his feelings, but reflections of the tremendous amount of pain he caused her, coupled with her constant pleas for him to change that went ignored, consumed him. Attempting to keep the multiple aspects of his life separate was becoming more and more difficult.
On his way to a business meeting, Mack received a call from Boogs asking him to
come over right away. The urgency in Boogs’ voice made it clear that it was extremely important. Mack was forced to cancel the meeting. He drove directly to Boogs’ house. Terry had made it there minutes earlier.
As soon as Mack stepped into the house he sensed tension. “Wassup?”
“Somebody broke into the stash house, setting it on fire. That shit has been on the news all morning.”
Mack was fuming. “What? What the fuck you mean somebody broke into the house?”
“Whoever did it shot the dogs, took the work, and got out of the house before the police responded to the alarm,” Terry said.
“What the fuck is going on? First, somebody robs Shawn for sixty stacks, now they’re runnin’ up in our houses?” Mack began to pace. “How much did we have in the house?”
“Fourteen bricks,” Terry answered.
“Fourteen jawns? You’re telling me it’s a muthafucka out there with fourteen ki’s of our coke? Hell nah.” Mack shook his head in disbelief. “I don’t give a fuck what it takes to find out who did this, I want them muthafuckas dead. Period!”
“Say no more,” Boogs said, feeling his friend’s pain...