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The hotel is a legitimate business front for the money laundering operations the brothers run. By owning hotel branches around the world, including in Jamaica, they can funnel drug money or profits from illegal activities through the hotel’s financial transactions. This would help them legitimize their operations and avoid suspicion.

The hotel is also used to hide shipments of guns, drugs, and sometimes marijuana. For example, shipments might arrive at the hotel disguised as "special packages" for VIP guests or hidden in the hotel’s supply chain (laundry, room service, ) which was one Amari saw.

Dominic thought the hotel’s location in Jamaica could be an ideal place for moving products between territories, especially if the island serves as a key hub in the drug trade.

They used the hotel as a strategic meeting point for cartel members, arms dealers, and other local criminal groups. They would host high-profile, discreet meetings with partners or clients while keeping their illegal dealings under the radar. The luxury aspect could make it a more private, secure location for these sorts of meetings, which their father (the old mafia boss)  has set up as a legacy.

Dominic also thought that Jamaica could be a strategic location for the operations due to the island is a key point in global drug trade routes, and having a hotel in a prime area (like Montego Bay and Kingston) could serve both business and criminal purposes. The hotel is part of a larger international network that they allow someone to manage, giving them the cover of legitimate operations while facilitating illegal trade.

Mexican and South American cartels, as well as Middle Eastern groups, have been heavily involved in the smuggling and distribution of both guns and drugs. In some cases, cartels will trade weapons for drugs or money, creating a cycle of violence and trafficking.

The demand for firearms usually comes from organized crime groups, political insurgents, or militia groups. These buyers are often located in conflict zones or areas of high drug trafficking, hence why Dominic stopped by to see how things were going.

Guns can be moved by air (in private jets), sea (on cargo ships), or land (in trucks with hidden compartments). With maritime routes being more difficult to track, this is a popular method. Sometimes, he would use tunnels under borders, or sometimes, they might be hidden in legitimate goods like clothing, electronics, or construction materials. It would be easier to see how things go at the hotel since that's where people originally stay; after all, it's a guest house. Nobody will find out, and even if they do, it's a dog-eat-dog world.

Except that won't happen with Amari.  He saw the way she rushed out of the Hotel just the moment he got a message from His brother telling him that an escape was on the loose.
He didn't know that it would be her.
Is he getting weak for beauty? No, that's not it because he has seen many beautiful ladies since he's been to Jamaica; he has been visiting every month for the past three years until he lessens his time. He's traveled even to China for business. Oh Yes, he had seen enough women.

What's so special about this one?

Is it the way that she meets the gaze with confidence yet looks so timid?
She looks like the submissive type, the one that would say yes to him every time. The one that would please him.

"Huh?" He asked, removing a hand from his pocket; he lifted her cheek.

"No—I, no, I don't think so, no, we don't know each other, sorry."

"Then why does it feel like we've met before?" It felt like a familiar energy, yet still, he couldn't place his finger on it.

Even her lips look like something he would kiss every morning, and he's not much of a kisser. He likes to fuck, and that's much to it. He doesn't see it necessary to attach deep feelings of emotions to his life because it has never brought him anywhere.

"I, don't know, I— hum, I just should get going now."

"You haven't given me a name."

"Wah yuh wah do wid me name?"

He chuckles lowly, without humor; not even his eyes smile.

"Principessa, unfortunately, I Don't like people who talk to me in a language I don't understand." He could circle around her again and see her shiver. Exciting.

"What do you want with my name?"

"Do you normally shiver like that when you climax?"

He watched her mouth slightly open before she got a hold of herself. Interesting, she's a woman with control. What a huge difference! He has yet to meet a woman who didn't succumb to him the moment something sexual came from his mouth.

"I would rather not discuss that information with you. By the way, the name is Amari Jackson."

"Are you afraid of me, Principessa? If you do, don't be, I only bite...with pleasure."

He's lustful and he knows, but it's hard chaining a beast that knows what he wants.

He grabs her under the neck and her knees buckled. "Amari Jackson, a man's name for a rare jewel."

"I'm in a relationship." She blurts out.

He squints his eyes before stepping back. Normally he wouldn't care if the woman was married to the president; if she was mature, old enough, wore a pussy, and wanted him, he never hesitated to fuck. Somehow, he wants to do right by her; he wants to handle her with care.

"Mr Romano, sir—" Blakes rushes up to them but stops short when he sees Amari's face.  She steps closer to Dominic and hugs her handbag.

"You—" Blakes began.

"Please, please, I have a daughter, please. I have a daughter." Amari finally breaks down and cries. Her hands shook at her situation.

"Sai cosa succede ai traditori, Blake? Un altro passo e ti schiaccio come un insetto."( Do you know what happens to traitors, Blake? One more step and I'll crush you like a insect)
Dominic steps forward and says. He lifts a crying Amari in his arms and walks towards his car.

Their cars remained in the parking lot a little distance from them; Amari's door still remained open, so he closed it for her, placed her in his car, and drove off.

Would he go against his brother for a woman he barely knows? Family sticks together, but this time he's willing to risk it all.

"Where are you taking me to?" Amari's voice cracks.

"Call Ashton." He said.

"Calling Ashton," The car responded.

"Yes, Boss?"

"Get to the hotel, and get that car. Ask Blake to tell you which one it is. Bring it to my place and leave it there."

"Yes, Boss."

"I’m askin’ you— where yuh takin’ me? If yuh did waan kill me, yuh shoulda jus’ do it already. Mi cyaa believe seh dis a mi life now—like seh mi stuck inna one nightmare. Fada God, mi beg yuh, wake mi up. Please, God, mi cyaa manage dis no more."
Amari's voice, cracks and she started crying again.

He watched her through the rearview mirror, and his heart felt sad. Is it her dialect that causes such emotions in him?

"I don't quite understand what you are saying, but God doesn't involve himself in these situations, or did he? I'm bringing you home, quit crying."

She lifted her neck quickly.

"Tap the car, listen to me, stop the car; you can't take me to my man's house."

"Why not? There's nothing to worry about; calm down," His English and Italian accents blended together.

"Lawd God, mi nuh need fi tell yuh seh mi a Jamaican—Jamaica a mi bloodline, But yuh see di man dem? Jamaican men can act really fool-fool sometimes. Yuh feel mi? Like, is yuh even overstanding mi words right now?"

"Jamaican? Your accent is slightly different; I can hear US, Atlanta, and a few other places. Care to share?"

She shook her head and wiped miserable at her tears.

He could see her desperation, but it didn't matter to him. He wants to meet that man who is holding her.
He wants to see what douchebag she's dealing with.

His face remains without emotions, and his death stare goes back to the road.

"Culture doesn't have anything on humanity. If he treats you like shit for a man to bring you home half drunk, then he's shit. "

"You don't understand."

"Nor do I care to understand. Why is his queen at a hotel in the middle of the night? What man would allow his girlfriend to do that? I take it you aren't married to this guy, I haven't seen a ring. Yet still you are in a hotel, it's morning. What kind of asshole are you fucking, Principessa?"

He hasn't opened his mouth like that in weeks. He hates talking for too long, but it irritates him, by just the thought of it. He grips the steering wheel, and his knuckles grow white.

"Do you know that you could have died tonight? Your body would turn to dust, leaving you as a skeleton that would be shipped across and fried to a dog." He speaks with absolute disgust.

Her eyes widen from her head, and she blingy grabs at the door, but he quickly locks her in.

"If I wanted you dead, it would be quite easy; I am not the one you should be afraid of; be afraid of my brother, who has his men hunting for your head."

Her eyes went wider like saucers, and she gripped her thigh as anxiety tried to creep in. He could see it, from her body language.

"How, how do you, know where I live?" Her voice trembles.

"That's a question for another day, don't you think?" He remembered where he saw her, he was sure of it. This is the second time he's seen this woman, and she has done something to him.

He pulls over at her house, removes a gold gun from his back, and removes it from safety.

He helped her out of the car and walked up to the gate and the Varanda.

Her legs step wobbly, and he lifts her up, and just then, the door opens.

"Weh di fuck a gwaan yah so?" Cals asked.

He stepped aside and walked to place her on a sofa.

"Weh di bloodclaat dis? Oyi, a who you hombre?" Cals asked. His furious expression is livid.

"Try and get some sleep," Was Dominic last words before he glanced at Cal's screwing face and walked out. He droves off into the night.

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Thoughts? Boombastic side-eye. The person they allow to run it is...
Amari's manager 😈 I will zip my mouth for that part.

I did my assignment on gun shipments. I struggled a bit with the background information, so I kept re-reading to my dad and sending out screenshots to One of my G's, who advised me on how to post the chapters. Otherwise am a lonely wolf on this journey 😫 just like Amari. I don't have Italian genes, but I find the language interesting, not just that language, but that's the language I see fit for this book. Whatever it is that my mind pictures, that is what I will work with; I am not a Mafia, please, beg doh, come for me. Oh 🤌 I take dangerous things seriously. I like weapons, so if I feel like searching and writing about it, There's no one to blame. That nuh mean seh mi a Mafia woman ino 😆 even if I am, who is to blame me?😉🙂

I was usually good at science, but It keeps puzzling my brain, about that thing you can mix to turn a body to dust? I know vinegar and something else can make limestones form bumbles but....🤔 Lol am gone, before uno start call me nerd.

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