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SNOWING IN BALI

‘Who brings this stuff?’ and he says, ‘Rafael’. He knows I am the guy, so why does he try to do this behind my back? He was going to get the same price with me, and I make a commission too.

I come back to Chino and say, ‘This is the guy. What are you going to do?’

‘Let’s fuck him.’

I say, ‘Beat him, put him out of the island, let’s take action.’

Chino tells me, ‘Okay, take two guys and give him some shit.’

– Rafael

Rafael was friends with the Greek, who used to do frequent Lemon Juice runs for Marco, and had even asked Rafael about doing coke runs. He was smart and hung out with the crew at the club and their other usual haunts. But now he was starting to invest, and keen to be a boss. Rafael had introduced him to many of his Bali contacts, which made his betrayal even more bitter.

Rafael was fuming as he stormed out of M3 with two of Chino’s meanest-looking soldiers. They were hard-faced thugs, with hulked up, tattooed bodies, who could scare the living daylights out of someone by just showing up.

As soon as Dimitrius unwittingly opened the door, Rafael burst into his house shouting, ‘Why are you doing this to me, motherfucker? Why are you playing behind my back?’

The Greek shot back, ‘What are you doing, Rafael? You can’t just come in here.’

It was a mistake. One of the thugs cracked him hard on the back of the skull. The Greek’s legs buckled. The thug lifted his shirt to flash Dimitrius a glimpse of his pistol. Rafael’s eyes blazed as he looked at the Greek, ‘Take your glasses off and look in my eyes. Tell me the truth. Did you put any coke in Bali this week?’ Chino’s two attack dogs were champing at the bit, waiting for a chance to tear him apart.