Columbian Drug Lords revenge part 2

Cesar Mendez his countries greatest drug lord took another sip of fine wine as he sliced his roasted chicken in two. His cell was the finest imaginable with all the comforts of home including his own personal chef; but in the end it was still a cell.

“My friend,” he coughed between great mouthfuls of flesh,” I have a new assignment for you.”

The Hawaiian shirted thug rocked back in his chair smirking. He was Cesar’s fix it man, one of the few of his people not incarcerated.

“Off course Don,” he said solemnly.

His last assignment the hot brunette lawyer had please his boss very much. Since her sudden flight out of the country the prosecution has become fractured and now all that was needed was for the judge to abort this fiasco of a trial.

Cesar wiped his brow the humidity still apparent even with his air-conditioned cell.

“Judge Nemeth has shown either true bravery or stupidity in taking this case and persevering. He has adjourned until a new prosecution lawyer can be found but he insists on continuing.”

“Kill him.” The Hawaiian man said calmly and with typical Columbian clarity of purpose.

“Steady my friend,” laughed Cesar washing his throat with claret. ”We need an acquittal not a yet another new trial.“

His eyes then narrow pleasantries over with. “I have been here two fucking years now, I don’t intend to spend two more before a verdict!”

The Hawaiian man froze allowing the storm to pass. The drug lord calmed himself standing up patting his man on the shoulder. ”We need a leverage to get him to help us.”

“A bribe?” his fix it man asked; then added, “he’s already very rich.”

Cesar nodded in agreement. “Hmm yes incredibly rich, a major land owner of Columbia. But maybe we could negotiate with him on other non financial matters?”

The drug lord then tossed a magazine to his seated aide. It was the Hello celebrity paper. “Our associates have already made the first move with Judge Nemeth and it appears he IS open to negotiation. Now I want you to demonstrate we mean business.”

The Hawaiian shirt nodded as he flipped through the magazine. As he came to pics of a celebrity ball Mendez stabbed his finger onto the paper. The page had photos of two women tall and elegant, both in thigh splitting white dresses. Each was sexy slim with perfect wax legs down to designer heels. They had beaming movie star smiles as they stood arm in arm for paparazzi photographers.

“That is Calista Nemeth.” Cesar grunted pointing to the older woman. His aide admired her cascade of straight brunette hair with those big lips and full bosom figure. “She used to be a TV actress in the states a while back until she lost it all in a celeb v network law case.”

The Don allowed his aide to study the picture before adding. “She’s been married to the judge for two years and has a created reputation for feistiness from the press and Columbian officialdom.” He then smiled.” A woman after my own heart.”

The Hawaiian shook his head the magazine said the woman was reputedly 48 but on the photo she looked about thirty. “Mama mia he is one lucky judge.”

Mendez corrected, ”You mean one lucky millionaire land owner judge do you not?” And the Hawaiian nodded and grinned getting his point. He then turned his attention at the younger woman-standing arm in arm with this aging soap star. ”And this is…?”

Mendez finished his sentence. “That is her Australian daughter Emily just finish college on vacation in Columbia for the summer.”

The beautiful young woman on her arm had the same figure of long legs and well filled brassiere her golden hair in a long ponytail her face with high cheekbone like her mother; but with blue eyes piercing like ice fire. She was like a Greek goddess, Helen of Troy or something similar and the Hawaiian grunted in admiration at the elite sexy starlet.

“It says here a modelling career beckons.”

“I’ve no doubt,” Cesar replied a little annoyed with the small talk.

“I do not believe she was happy with her mother marriage. ” He added drawing the man away from his bewitching magazine. “After all it is her fourth and Emily’s opinion has been discussed over and over by the press. This is no doubt some show of unity while she has to endure her summer here.”

“And how do these beauties relate to what you have in mind?” The Hawaiian asked taking a sip of his ice tea.

Suddenly there was a knock at the cell door and a hesitant prison guard entered.

“Yes take the tray,” Cesar said gruffly,” I have finished my meal.”

The prison guard didn’t look at the pics or at either man. Instead he collected his plates and quickly left. “Close the door,” the Don barked and the guard did as he was asked,

“Now,” Cesar said bending to the smirking thugs ear, “I will explain.”

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On the sun drench veranda of her husband’s villa Calista rubbed her legs together in a slow sensuous manner adjusting her position on the sun lounger. Her lips glistened as she sipped her cocktail her big shades hiding the annoyed look in her eyes.

Calista was in her late forties, few knew exactly how late, if it even was forties anymore. A B-movie actress when young she had kept her beauty and with some cosmetic help her figure and had lived the high life until those backstabbers and media freaks had bankrupted her. But that was back in Hollywood and a new career playing a Columbian soap bitch was already in the pipeline.

She adjusted her long mane of straight hair her wide lips impassive as she watched her daughter. The little darling her only off spring from her second marriage was being as difficult as always. Raised the other side of the world the antipodean princess now studied in the States.

“Emily, she sighed looking over the tops of the shades fixing her daughter with a matriarchal stare, “Isn’t it about time you started making an effort?”

Emily grinned then sat up from her own lounger curling her ponytail into a bun on the top of her head her outstanding busty figure aching to escape her bikini.

“No mother I don’t think it is.”

She then rolled onto her tummy long legs exercising up and down like she was splashing on the beach. “You married the jerk, not me.“ Then pointing a finger doing a 360 rotation of all the exquisite garden views from her seat she added, “and I can see why.”

Emily’s star was in the ascendance. At nineteen she was the socialite teen queen of New York’s Upper East Side. These days she was starting to get more magazine cover than her mom. She felt this attempt at a family get together was nothing but a crass attempt by her mother to get press attention for her Mickey mouse TV show here in the shit hole of the world. But Emily liked this game. She loved making her new stepfather squirm and she just knew how he looked at her

“Maybe I’d be more pleasant if your darling husband didn’t undress me with his eyes every time he sees me.” She had heard of the Judges past reputation for the younger woman. “Maybe your past your sell by date already?” She mused trying to inflame her mother’s temper.

“Her mother didn’t rise to the challenge instead stood as she saw her latest husband approaching. Judge Nemeth was 20 years older than her and he looked it in dressing gown and slippers.

“Darling,” she purred Emily is so enjoying her stay, she’s even thinking of moving down here to your lovely country.” Calista then allowed herself a smile as she saw her daughter stiffen in annoyance.

Judge Nemeth shrugged his shoulders, “of course dear anything for you.”

He then strolled on looking to the sky thinking, “please not that little bitch all the time.” Emily had been making his life hell and she just loved to flaunt herself at him. He saw a lot of her mother in her and he had come to realise in the last two years that looks like that cost on many levels.

He stopped Calista’s voice high and commanding.

“Did you cancel your trip next week? Remember I need you here with me not playing silly games like a load of schoolboys.”

Nemeth nodded without looking back grumbling to himself. “Yes and I was looking forward to that fishing weekend.”

As he walked off Calista looked smug at her daughter. “You see he’s such a sweet dear.”

Emily stood up long legs accentuated by six-inch heels and a cut away swimsuit. As she walked to the shade of the house ass buns moving up and down like pistons she replied with her own thoughts “You’ve got the sad old fool eating out of your hand. I don’t know who’s more pathetic; him or you for marrying him.”

Calista reclined on her sun chair pushing her shade back into position. That question didn’t even need to be asked.

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Judge Nemeth was inside looking through the papers on his office desk when the high pitch ring of the gatehouse phone called out.