I figured that part.
“The real money comes from the long runs—crossing state lines, overnight trips. The kind of routes most people either can’t handle or don’t have the nerve for.”
His eyes stayed on mine, measuring my reaction.
“And if you prove you can handle those, that’s when the numbers start looking real different.”
I nodded in understanding. “Question. Will I be using my own car for these runs?”
“Shit, I forgot to tell you that part. But no.”
I let out a breath of internal relief. My car wasn’t in terrible shape, but there was no way—no damn way—I was putting cartel-level mileage on an engine that I had to literally pray over before cranking on some days.
“You’ll get a different car for each route. Sometimes you’ll even switch cars mid-trip… to keep things clean,” he explained.
I slowly nodded again.
Then, right before I stepped outside, he stopped me with one last sentence.
His voice changed to a more serious tone, “Just one more thing, Ajori.”
I turned back toward him.
“If you ever think about screwing us over…”
He paused, then smiled in a way that wasn’t friendly at all.
“Don’t. “
A chill ran up my spine. “Got it. Have a good night. And thank you again.”
As I powerwalked back to my car, my hands were shaking, my heart was racing, and sitting in my purse was more money than I had ever held in my life.
I pray my attempt to save my brother's life doesn’t land me in jail or dead! Because nothing about this sounded legal… but It was worth a try.