Jacob Diaz

You sure?

Of course I'm sure.

After the loss, Diaz began taping the cash to his waist, wrapping himself in cellophane, or packing it in his luggage.

In fact, roughly a month later, Diaz and Yanil Duran, a hot Dominican girl he'd known since high school, flew into Mexico with $100,000 in cash.

$50,000 of it was strapped around Diaz's waist and, unbeknownst to Yanil, the other $50,000 was tucked inside of her suitcase.

I never told her what I was doing, admits Diaz.

Just that I wanted her to meet my uncle and do some sightseeing in Acapulco.

World-renowned for its famous cliff divers, Acapulco is Mexico's playground for the rich.

I started making trips to Acapulco with Aviles, the drug-trafficking surfer.

Also, I had started developing friendships with some of the rich kids in Cuernavaca, who'd I'd party with down there.

It was the best of both worlds.

Understand, behind the facade of wealth and glamor, Acapulco was also a haven for the underworld, whose members would travel south for a good time at the bars and strip clubs.

Located in the southern state of Guerrero, the Acapulco Plaza was firmly in the control of the Sinaloa Federation, the administration of which was handled by the Beltran Leyva Organization.

Diaz got his own place in Costa Azul, Acapulco.

I was driving a silver S-type Jaguar, hitting the clubs, partying with my friends, says Diaz.

Then I'd fly to Orlando to meet the drivers or to Houston to coordinate the transportation of the product.

He admits that things didn't always work as expected.

Sometimes these guys wouldn't show up.

I mean, just cause it's organized crime doesn't mean things ran smoothly.

You're not dealing with professionals.