Big Booty Bitches Ch. 35

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

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Miami, Florida

The morning hours had come through, washing away the darkness of another night deep within the downtown area of the city. Sitting across the river in town was a white painted large building, bearing the words 'Gold Coast Shipping Co.' in a block Art Deco font on the sign above the entrance doors. The parking lot in the back often contained the same cars. A sleek white Ferrari, sometimes another luxury vehicle but mostly the usual black and silver painted sedans. From the outside, the building easily blended in with the rest of the city as just another business in Miami. Behind the entrance doors and up the stairs to the first level told a completely different story, as this was the undercover headquarters of the Organized Crime Bureau division to the Miami-Dade Police Department.

Vice was the simple one word term involving the organized crime branch of the city police. Beyond the front door entrance and up the stairs sat the personal offices divided across a large room. Off in the corner on the far east side of the room sat one desk belonging to detective Miguel Martinez. He had checked in to work earlier in the morning, now sitting down and sipping a cup of coffee while gazing down at various documents spread out across the surface of his desk. Directly across his desk was another belonging to his partner, Floyd Bates whom had not arrived at work yet. Martinez and Bates were the lead investigators of the Vice unit with Miami-Date. The undercover duo had made a name for themselves early on just three years prior when they led a major bust on a local drug baron.

Narcotics was the primary set of cases the two were often assigned to. Sometimes they worked alongside the robbery division, but those days had become rare in the past year. Drug related crimes often involving homicide cases and other connections of organized crime were what the OCB specialized in at their best. Martinez and Bates had been involved in a sting operation four months prior when they took down the local 'Diaz Brothers' as the media had referred to them. Carlos and Ramón Diaz made for easy prey with setting up a raid, but the situation had gone sour when Carlos escaped in a shoot out that left Ramón and other officers killed. The case had begun with a simple bait and switch for supply demand with new players in town.

Unknowing at the time that an investigation on the Diaz duo would open the doors to old cold cases in the past when furthering the investigation. After raiding Carlos' Fontainebleau hotel room, the detectives had something of a star witness in Vida Guerra. The woman made wild claims that she knew various details about the Diaz family and their old links to organized crime. A month later when Carlos Diaz was found shot to death in a Fort Lauderdale hotel room while on the run, Vida swore that she could point the detectives in the path of the killer. Steven Diaz had been her man, fingered as she pleaded that it was a revenge killing within the family. While one of the detectives felt it was a waste of time, with Carlos dead and a closed case, Miguel Martinez completely disagreed.

With no leads on the case, Miguel pulled files and began his own investigation within old databases and looking at crime reports. Vida had whispered into his ear that Steven Diaz was once a 'big time player' within the drug game and underworld of Miami, as she described. His brother Tony Diaz was a local Miami celebrity, but with no links to any organized crime. It seemed every link always came up with Steven in his bloody past. With some digging through time, Miguel had uncovered old cases from the past, dating back decades ago as he turned his eye to the father of Steven and Tony. Rafael Diaz had become a ghost lost in history. A legendary figure among the old cocaine cowboys of an era that had long past.

Miguel was fascinated to learn about Rafael Diaz. A Colombian immigrant who had settled in Miami during the 1970s and became a club mogul across town. At one point he had owned a chain of six different clubs, all financed with paid cash suspected to be from drug trafficking connected to other players who had once been players across town. Among the clubs included the crown jewel of the family name: Disco Fever. Rafael had links to the Medellín cartel, but seemed to have avoided detection from law enforcement throughout the entire decade of the eighties when he ruled his club empire. Rafael had married a woman back in his home country and then had two sons; Tony and Steven. His wife was killed in a car accident in 1989 that had left him severely injured from the driver's side.

Rafael's crime files were hit and miss for the most part, with two of his clubs getting shut down for drug raids and another that involved a murder case. He had been questioned multiple times by police, whom were often stonewalled behind his multiple lawyers at hand. Only once was he properly booked and faced charges for for battery and assault, but the case was dismissed. It had been long suspected by detectives from decades ago that he was involved in money laundering alongside a key partner who also had connections to the Medellín cartel. The nickname "Cowboy Neil" had been given to an American man hailing from Texas. Neil Richards was a convicted drug smuggler with a much longer record than Rafael Diaz. Widely suspected to be his partner in crime, the two had financed a club together as early as 1982.

Page after page of Rafael's rap sheets had documented an undercover investigation into what was believed back in the day to be an unnamed drug cartel operating in Miami. Previous detectives working alongside the DEA had given it the nickname of "Caro Organization" in reference to Frank Caro whom was widely suspected to the boss in charge. Caro was another prominent figure among suspects who had been known as the cocaine cowboys throughout the eighties. Rafael Diaz had many connections to Caro, but it seemed investigators believed he was a lower member of this cartel organization based on the family tree they had connected. As of current era, many of the names on the old diagram were either deceased or convicted long ago and that included Rafael Diaz. A heart attack had proven fatal to him in 1996, taking along with him all his life secrets to the grave.

The documents for the Caro Organization had extended over decade, nearly pushing into the new century. Records had contained so many pages, almost as thick as hardcover books. The investigation would continue after convictions for Frank Caro and a family member of his who had become a government witness. Neil Richards' name had come up in records of the Caro organization's first year ending in his death. After an arrest for smuggling charges, Richards was killed in county jail in what was widely believed to be an assassination. Rafael Diaz's name had come up many times through surveillance operations documented from the past. Photos had been captured across all of his nightclubs with members of cartel associating there.

Sometime in the nineties, Rafael had sold most of his clubs to corporate chains, keeping only one name registered under ownership. The more Miguel read into the old case files and noted history of the man, he attempted to piece a puzzle together in his mind and a few theories. It seemed that he had mentored his eldest son to take over the club business in the future. Tony had certainly learned after his father when it came to club management and avoiding his old man's mistakes in the past. The younger son on the other hand, may have been his pick for a protégé down the line in his life of crime. It didn't seem investigators of the past believed Rafael Diaz's earnings and finances to be of much importance. After the eighties, they had fingered him solely as a club manager. The 'middle man' involving dealers meeting up and giving them places to socialize.

After Frank Caro's conviction, his organization had shifted into a smaller set of organized crime activity. Still involving drug trafficking across state lines but also money laundering. The names had branched off into smaller sects, but from there Miguel had found evidence that Steven Diaz had long been suspected in the previous decade. It seemed Vida had told him something of truth, that he had his hands caught up in various criminal activity. Despite these findings, it still didn't make sense to Miguel that this man would murder his own cousin, but Vida swore they hated one another. Through the past two months, Miguel had constructed a case and pushed to his lieutenant in charge to further an investigation that had stalled cold. With Disco Fever re-opening and Steven out of town, Miguel turned all his attention to Tony.

Vida had proven herself more than useful for the past month apart from her hunger for sex. As she met with Tony and Jennifer on his yacht, Miguel had given her instructions. Armed with various tools, the detective gave her the details needed to properly bug rooms for audio surveillance. Doing so without permission from his lieutenant, Miguel was certain that the bugs would record some conversations that would give whereabouts for Steven Diaz's location. Vida had managed to plant over twenty bugs aboard the yacht; wiring the bedroom, office, main cabin and another in a separate room. Before their lustful threesome together, Jennifer had caught Vida wandering the yacht, but she had convinced the other woman that she had become lost among the halls.

For two solid weeks, Miguel had another detective in charge of surveillance monitor the audio recordings on the bugs while they had batteries for them. Matt was a trustable guy for him when it came to under the table operations without the backing of their lieutenant. They had captured hundreds of hours of audio, some of it in poor quality and others capturing clear conversations. One of the bugs in the office was powerful enough to capture the receiving end of his telephone, tapping the back and forth chats. The bedroom bugs had caught audio of passionate love making between Tony and his famed girlfriend Jennifer Lopez. It wasn't hard for Miguel to picture Matt in his head, sitting with headphones on and sweating it out while listening to moans and various noises of sex. So far nothing had come up of suspicious activity. No recorded audio detailing crime or any discussions relating to Steven.

Only one piece of recording had come up with any possibility whatsoever to link Tony to someone involved in criminal activity. A discussion had unfolded one evening between Tony and Jennifer where she spoken the name Dimitri Belov aloud. The Russian real estate mogul currently had an active case in Vice for fraud and money laundering charges. Jennifer had said she received an invitation to another party of his, but Tony was heard clearly shooting down the idea of attending another event at the Belov estate. This was still some kind of evidence to go by, at least in Miguel's mind. At this point he had become obsessed chasing for any kind of lead to justify his extensive investigation. One way or another, he was going to take down a Diaz man for murder charges relating to Carlos or else find something.

"Martinez..."

A low but commanding voice had broken him from his concentration at his desk. Miguel glanced up from his left side to see his boss standing before him. The lieutenant had a large black mustache matching his hair, always wearing the same black suit with a small matching tie over his white shit from underneath. Such a suit contrasted differently from the colorful fashion Miguel carried himself with to blend in with the local players in town. His light blue blazer jacket hung over his desk chair, matching his pants for the day as he had a black shirt on.

"My office."

The man turned around and marched to his office across the room, leaving Miguel to do the same. Getting up from his chair, the detective followed his supervisor to enter the large office room and shut the door. The mini-blinds rattled across the window of the door while the man in charge moved behind his desk, standing in front of the chair. His desk was always clean, apart from a bible on one side and his telephone to the other. Lieutenant Castillo gazed up at his detective and began to speak.

"Matt informed me you've been carrying out surveillance on Tony Diaz for the past two weeks now. You've done this without my permission. Why?"

Miguel immediately gave a puzzled expression and then let out a sigh.

"He told you?"

Castillo glanced down as he answered him back.

"Not at first. I wanted to know why he signed off the Coral Gables murder case out of nowhere. Why are you trying to investigate Diaz?"

"I've been on this case for months. I know there's something going on. Look, we both know Steven killed Carlos. That's all there is to it. If I can get some form of evidence, then we take another thug off the streets. Plain and simple."

Gazing back up at his detective, Castillo began to stare at his face with a black expression. Miguel knew that look, as he had an intimidating set of eyes for such a cold stare down.

"Carlos Diaz has been dead for two months now. You have no leads and his murder has become a cold case. Even if Steven did it, you're chasing after dead ends. Tony Diaz is not and never was a suspect."

Exhaling deeply, Miguel looked away from his boss and stomped around. It took everything in him not to explode in rage, but he couldn't help himself once he began to talk and animated himself into a rant.

"There's gotta be something! This fucking guy just leaves town and you don't believe his brother knows where he is? I ain't buying that for a second! No way. NO FUCKING WAY, PERIOD!!"

Castillo didn't say anything in response as he sat down in the chair of his desk. As Miguel turned around, he let out a deep breath and attempted to still himself. He knew better than to scream and shout like this in front of his boss, but he couldn't contain his emotions. Leaning down over the desk, Miguel looked back into Castillo's starring eyes and carried on.

"Look... I know Steven left town after they closed the club down. He didn't come back and now the place is booming. It makes the newspapers and gets all this good publicity. Tony knows his brother killed Carlos. I think he's keeping him away so we don't investigate."

"You're talking about a man who is now in a high profile relationship with a woman of fame. A man who now gets his photos taken by paparazzi where ever he travels, with or without her."

Miguel rolled his eyes not expecting Castillo to bring up the new relationship Tony had with Jennifer Lopez. Castillo carried on with his words.

"You've made an unhealthy obsession with this case. You aren't going to find anything on Tony Diaz cause there is nothing. He's clean."

"Oh yeah? Did Matt show you the tape we have of him talking about Dimitri Belov? There's a connection right there."

"I heard the recording. Belov always invites celebrities to his parties and it sounded to me he invited Lopez, not Tony."

Leaning back up from the desk, Miguel let out a sigh as he knew that he had lost this argument his boss. There was no use in trying to carry on. Over the past few months, he had pleaded his case to Castillo only to get shot down time and time again.

"The Diaz case is closed. If I find you pushing more surveillance, I will suspend you for a month."

Disgusted at those words, Miguel gave his boss a shocked expression. Not expecting him to carry on, Castillo spoke again.

"I've removed Miss. Guerra as a witness and closed this case. You've let that woman take advantage of you for almost four months now. She is not to enter another safe house or receive anymore departmental favors."

The look in Castillo's eyes was enough for Miguel to know that he knew all about this affair he had with Vida as a witness. Maybe even the full details of their kinky little dungeon games back at the safehouse. Without saying a word, Miguel stormed out of the office, stomping his feet in a raging fit while grabbing his jacket from the desk chair. As he began to walk out of the office, his partner Floyd Bates had finally arrived at work. The black man wore a button up blue pinstripe suit and carried his jacket across his shoulder. He turned to Miguel and began to follow him out the door.

"Hey! what's the matter? Where you running off to?"

"Castillo took me off the fucking Diaz case."

"Wait up! You're wasting your time going over that case again and again! You need to let it go and live in the now!"

This was to be expected, as for months now Miguel had Floyd in his ear telling him that the case was done and over. Perhaps he and Castillo were correct, but Miguel had no intentions of seeing it that way. Not after the months he had spent with Vida and learning all about the Diaz family. Stopping in his tracks, Miguel turned and pointed his finger back at his partner. They stood in the hallway, outside the offices where only few could hear them.

"You can tell me that all you want, but I swear to you... Some day, I'm gonna take down a fucking Diaz. One way or another! One of those fucking scum bastards is mine!"

Stomping away from Floyd, Miguel didn't scream another word to waste his time. There was no sense in arguing with his partner for the same reason it was no point with his boss. Floyd had went against Miguel months ago, insisting he needed to get rid of Vida and move on to a different case. Despite their years of working together, Floyd had never witnessed his partner get so caught up and obsessive over a single case. Once Miguel had broke out the old records and began piecing together evidence from decades long past, that was the moment that this case became completely out of hand. Floyd knew something was wrong but any time he tried to do something about it, their partnership became more strained. Deep down, he knew Miguel meant every word of what he said.

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Waking up past the afternoon had become normal for Antonio by this point in time. On a typical night at the club, he would stay until three or four in the morning before leaving and driving back to hotel that housed his luxury penthouse suite on the top floor. The elevator ride up after a long night was always the most exhausting part before he could crash in bed. In the past, it was bought and paid for out of his father's pocket, but that had changed once he took on the job of club manager. Antonio had learned to pay his own bills and carry on with his own personal life without grabbing onto his father's coat tails for an easy ride. At twenty-four years of age, he had no reason to not be in control of his own life.

Steam had risen from the bathroom, fogging up every glass surface throughout the room as he stepped out of the shower and stood his naked body in front of the mirror. His mustache he had spent months growing out was now gone, as Antonio went with a clean shaved look in hopes of keeping Abigail Ratchford satisfied with his appearance. After their meet in the club, she had told him that she planned on buying a home in Miami. He had not heard from Demi Rose in almost a week now with no text messages, so he took it upon himself to enjoy everything Abigail had to offer with her company. Like Demi, she also promised to promote Disco Fever on social media. He didn't care that his father had swore online promotions were worthless in terms of local advertisement across town.

He took his time in the bathroom, carefully shaving his face and drying his hair. Soon he would be due to get another cut of his locks above, but at least not for the day at hand. Antonio at least had a few hours to himself before the evening began and he needed to be clocked in back at the club. His father had given him instructions for the next few days, as he had left on a trip with Jennifer Lopez for New York. Antonio didn't stick his nose in father's business, though he couldn't help but think of how often his old man rarely left the city. Maybe there was something serious between him and Jennifer this time around. Either way, he didn't care. Slipping on a black silk robe, it was time to step out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom.