R.I.C.O Volume 1

by Corey Bryant

  We were in cells next to each other in segregation. We communicated constantly through the vents and passing notes through a hall runner.

  “Antonio, I like to thank you for helping me out in the yard. You saved my life!” Said Garcia.

  “Ain’t nuthin to it Amigo… You my potna!! I wasn’t about to let that big ass cracka handle you!! What you about, 5’5” to 5’4”, a hundred and fifty pounds soaking wet?”

  “Ha-ha” Laughed Garcia, “Something like that. Hey… you ain’t much taller than me maan!! What you about 5’6” to 5’7”?”

  “Yeah! I’m 5’7 weighing in at the ripped-up, buffed-up 207!!” I laughed at myself.

  “Seriously speaking maan, I got something for you… Something for you when you get out!!” Said Garcia.

  “What’s up Garcia, talk to me,” I asked Garcia.

  “No-noo, Antonio! I’ll put it on paper when the hall runner comes through…okay?” Said Garcia.

  “Dat’s what’s up!”

  “I’m going to sit down, and write it now… I got a feeling we will be shipped out of here soon, due to the authorities' fear of a riot. It’s been locked down the last three days.” Said Garcia.

  “Okay, do yo thang Amigo, I’m about to lay back and think a lil bit,” I said to Garcia.

  “Do that Antonio! That’s why I like you! Besides the fact, that you’re loyal, you’re a thinking man. Also, you’ll execute your thoughts and plans!” Said Garcia.

  “You know what to say!” I said.

  Smiling to myself. BANG BANG BANG “What the fuck!” I yelled, jumping up out of my bed, dazed. I had done nodded off, thinking too hard.

  “Antonio, there’s the letter from your partner next door.” It was the segregation’s wing, Hall runner throwing Garcia’s letter through the tray hole in the door.

  “Okay… Good looking out.” I told the runner, as I picked the letter up. It was sealed in an envelope, so I know this got to be deep. “Greeting Amigo! I stuck to my words and wrote this letter. As I told you we might be transferred soon… Very soon… The authorities fear a riot… It doesn’t matter because we will communicate through our families. You saved my life and besides we’re friends. So, to show you my appreciation for your loyalty and friendship, I got a blessing for you once you get out!! To clear the air. No… it’s not a setup. I wouldn’t do people like that! Death – Before – Dishonor! Here is my wife’s address and phone number, Anita Abregado, 2160 Horshoe Bend Drive, Dallas Texas. Home phone #(213)776-8646 and cell #(610) 272-8567.

  These numbers will never change amigo. Well, maybe the cell phone number but, not the home phone! Write me back A.S.A.P and give me your info. We will keep in touch, no matter what happens. Your friend, Garcia.

  After I read Amigo’s letter, I immediately wrote him back. While I was writing him back, he hollered at me through the vents, “Amigo, Amigo!!”

  “Yeah Amigo, what’s up?” I answered.

  “Did you get the letter?”

  “Yeah, I got it… And I’m writing you back right now!” I said.

  “Good, good. Make sure you get it right back to me tonight when the runner comes through. He should be through here soon after the 10:30 count.”

  “Okay, Amigo, I got you.”

  “Oh yeah.” Said Garcia. “Try to learn as much Spanish as you can. Order a book or get one from the prison library before you get out.”

  “Okay, Amigo.” Just as soon as the runner came through, I stopped him and gave him the letter to pass to Amigo. He called me through the vents to let me know he got it.

  “Amigo… what did I tell you?”

  “What’s that Amigo?” I asked.

  “I just got word that we are leaving in the morning!” Said Amigo.

  “For real.”

  “Yes… I don’t know where to right now. But it’s been affirmed, that we are leaving.” And just as sure as Garcia said it the C.O.’s came around and got us and about 40 more inmates from lock up and population! Blacks, Whites, and Mexicans and split us up, and flew us in different directions, in the United States.

  I, myself ended up at Coleman, U.S.P. In Florida, outside of Orlando. Garcia ended up in ADX, Florence. That’s in Florence, Colorado. In the same prison was Larry Hoover. I stayed in lock up for close to two years, but the whole time, I was scheming and fighting my state murder case on my own, until I wrote my ex-lawyers, ex-wife, who in turn was a lawyer and she started working for me, for Free! Not at first though!

  Once I got out of lock-up and ran into one of my homeys from my hood, Antone Capone, it was on! That nigga was hooked up with all the racket running folks and I got right in with him and was hustling, sending my family and my new lawyer what I could until we took our relationship to another level. Me and Garcia communicated regularly through letters through our families up until the day I got out.

  And here I am now committing murder for hire for my Mexican partner! After about 3 days of being free, I called Ms. Anita Abregado, to tell her to pass the news to her husband that I was out, and I gave her my number. Garcia called me the same day. “Hey, my friend!” Said Garcia.

  “What up Migo!”

  “You’ve finally made it thank God!!”

  “Yea migo, it’s beautiful out here. I’m just chillin wit my fam!”

  “That’s good! I no mean to interrupt, just thought I would congratulate you!”

  “Nawl, you cool Amigo! You my potna!” I said as I got up from the couch and went outside. “You need something? You know I got yo info.”

  “No Antonio, I’m good. Just want to pass on a little wisdom right now.”

  “Okay Amigo,” I said knowing Garcia was about to sprinkle me with some game.

  “Antonio… the time I’ve know you I came to the conclusion that you have plenty of potential, plenty of potential to get right like you want to be. And the quality of loyalty, to go with it, is going to carry you a long way. Just be careful of who you trust and deal with. Do you remember what I told you when we were in lock up?”

  ”Yea migo.” I answered.

  “Whenever you're ready, I’m willing to show you my appreciation for your friendship and loyalty.”

  “Shit Garcia, you already know what’s up! Just give me a couple of months, to soak this shit in, and get used to being out, and learning what’s, what, then we can go from there.”

  “Okay Antonio, whenever the time is right, call my wife. In fact, go to Dallas and meet her. She’s very cool and anxious to meet you, but don’t take anyone with you. She’ll be your plug! And with that, I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Okay Amigo, keep your head up.”

  “You do the same, Antonio.”

  After a couple of months of being out, I caught a flight from Montgomery, Alabama to Dallas, Texas to meet Anita. She met me once I got off the plane. She was driving a Range Rover. She took me to their mansion, where their son and two daughters were waiting. Their son was around 25 or 26. Cool as a fan loved to smoke weed and chase women. A playboy! The two daughters were twins, around the ages of 21 or 22. Beautiful and fine as fuck!

  Introductions were made, and we sat down and talked as their personal chef served us dinner. On the low, I’m looking around amazed at their layout. Garcia was ballin! After dinner, we sat around, talked some more, and Garcia’s kid offered to take me out on the town. Their family appreciated me rolling with Garcia in the pen and they showed me!

  They took me shopping and spent about 10 grand on me! Clothes, shoes, and jewelry.

  “My father extends his gratitude to you in a big way!”

  “I thank ya’ll too Renaldo!”

  “No, we thank you for saving Pop’s life!!”

  I just nodded my head! “No problem,” I said and that’s when Renaldo came with it.

  “Antonio, I know this may seem strange or it may not, but my father needs a favor.”

  “Okay, Renaldo, what’s up?”

  “We need his co-defendant knocked off… If not him, his son! His son
would be the sacrifice for his father! A message!” Hissed Renaldo. “I already know that you know his situation… my father.”

  “Yeah… I know.” I said, feeling kind of thrown, but quickly recovered because this is what goes on in cartel business.

  “My father stands a great chance of getting back in court. A new trial on appeal. And his codefendant doesn’t need to make it. He will probably testify again.

  Looking Renaldo in the eyes a couple of seconds before I answered him “Okay… When do you want this done?”

  “Anytime… Just let me know when you’re ready!” Answered Renaldo. “I know that you’re just getting out… give yourself time.” My father’s lawyer is just in the process of filing his petition, but …”

  “Give me 30 days, and I’ll be ready.” I interrupted.

  Renaldo slowly nodded his head. “Okay, okay… 30 days it is.” We’ve already had him under surveillance, we know his movements and all. When his son comes up missing this will draw him out! Like a moth to the flame!

  Later on, that night Renaldo and his sisters took me out to some cool clubs. Even got me some Mexican pussy, which I enjoyed and thoroughly fucked. Fucked so good that she wanted to keep in touch! The next morning Renaldo came and picked me up at the hotel. “Mother wants to see and talk to you before you catch your flight.” Renaldo was driving a Black Lambo. These Mexicans weren’t bullshittin, they still had plenty of money! They made moves every now and then. Other than that, they ran businesses. Once we got to their mansion I was greeted by Anita, Garcia’s wife, at the door.

  “Heeey Antonio come on in! Did you have a nice time last night?

  “Oh yeah, Anita!” I smiled, “one of the best nights of my life.”

  “Good, good! Come in and have brunch with us!” Said Anita. We sat down, ate, and drunk coffee afterward. “Come.” Said Anita, as she rose from her chair, beckoning for me to come with her. I got up, and we walked out of the back-door, to an enormous patio. “Antonio it’s obvious you know what type of business my husband is in.”

  “Right,” I said, slowly nodding my head up and down.

  “I was instructed by him to make sure you receive his gift from him in hopes that this will enhance our relationship. “Take a cab to this address.” Said Anita, as she handed me an old receipt with the info on the back. “It will be a min-van there, occupied by two Mexican women in the driveway, there will be a Mercedes Benz S550. You will drive the Mercedes back to your town and the ladies will follow you. The lady’s cellular number is here on this card.” Said Anita, handing me a plain white card with a phone number on it. Just in case if you lose each other or something.”

  “What you want me to do with the Mercedes once I get back to Atlanta?” I asked Anita.

  “Oh… That is part of your gift from my husband… It’s paid for. “The Mexican ladies will leave the van with you and you will take them to the airport A.S.A.P we’ll make arrangements, the next visit, to get the van back. Antonio, I hope that everything goes alright with you and the blessings from my husband.” Said Anita, as she held eye contact with me, for a couple of seconds before I answered.

  “It will Anita.”

  “I’m sure it will.” Smiled Anita. “Once you get the mini-van, take heed to these instructions.” Said Anita, as she handed me a note. “Then you’ll find your gifts. The Madiwana is free of charge the mid-grade and the exotic. As for the Yayo, if the quality is high, nowadays, even with wholesale… 17-20… maybe 23, but as a gift from my husband 15 for you… You’ll be able to do the math once you discover your gift.” She stood there and looked me in my eyes for 5 long seconds, and then she spoke.

  “Things will get better with time… especially once our problems are alleviated… The problems Renaldo spoke with you about.”

  “Yes… I know… 30 days.” I said I was a little nervous, but for the numbers of these people talking, I quickly got my mind right. Renaldo came and got me, looking like some type of Flamboyant Latin Superstar. Anita hugged and kissed me before I left.

  “Antonio… Take your time. Let us know if something goes wrong… But take your time.” Said Anita.

  “Okay, Anita… I got you and take care of yourself. I’ll most definitely see you soon.”

  Renaldo took me to my hotel, to gather my things and I called a cab and directed the cab driver to the address Anita had written on the paper she gave me. About 10 minutes later the cabbie was dropping me off in another sprawling suburb of big mansions, and just like Anita said there were two Mexican women sitting in a blue dodge. One young, the other older like mother and daughter. We locked eyes only for a couple of seconds, as I walked to the midnight Blue S550 Mercedes Benz. I looked in the car and the keys were sitting on the seat.

  “Damn, I hope I remember how to get to the interstate,” I said to myself, as I got in the Benz and crunk up. Pulled up next to the minivan and asked the women how to get to the highway. They didn’t say anything. They just crunk up and led the way up until we reached Interstate 20 and that’s when I took the lead, non-stop to Louisiana. Stopping only to use the bathroom, all the way to Mississippi, Alabama, to sweet Georgia!!

  Once we got to Atlanta to one of my bitches crib. I had already called a cab, so it was only 2 minutes, once we pulled up, the cab was there, and the minivan was in the garage. Door down and me in it following Anita’s instructions.

  “Hit the lights (3-times) hit the brakes (6 times) and Walla there go them Bricks!! And Pounds!! All kinds of secret compartments flipped open!! My heart was beating like a muthafucka. Just of sheer excitement. At first, it didn’t look like much, until I grabbed the packages and felt how heavy they were. They were all gift wrapped and vacuum-sealed. I cut the first one open with a pocketknife that came with the pack! 10 Bricks all wrapped together with a scorpion in the middle of each Brick!

  I grabbed the other two gift-wrapped packages which were both kinds of heavy and cut them open. “OOO-WOO! This some gas!” I said, after pulling a big bud off of the weed, I didn’t have a scale right there at the time, but it felt like 2-50 pound bales of some good mid-grade weed. I opened the other gift, it was some Cush! 14 ½ pounds of some grandaddy and 14 ½ pounds of some California Orange Cush! Man, it’s on!

  Chapter 3

  The Hit & 30 Days Later

  It didn’t take any time to flip the work! The quality of the yay was 98% with a good price of $25,000 per kilo. In the game now that’s a great price! With all the bullshit dope with high prices, it had no choice but to fly! Quick flip! I profit a quick $10,000 with 10 of them and I got a quick 100 racks! I could’ve made more but, I thought like “Fuck it! Put this good product out here for the low niggaz gone jump on it. Put the whip game on it, make plenty of money, and come back and get some more!

  Some niggaz was just going to make them quick juugs off of it. You know just play the middleman and charge anywhere from 26 to 30 grand and make them some money. Then come back and shop for themselves and make me rich… Quick! I didn’t give a fuck because I had one motive and that was to be major paid!! All the pain and struggle me and my fam done been through there ain’t no way I was going to just be mediocre or broke.

  According to Forbes in the U.S. of A, if you only made $25,000 a year or lower you are considered poor. A million dollars a year or more you're considered rich! I wanted to be on that end. A million dollars a year or more. Rich!

  As for the weed I dumped all that on about 4 or 5 of my cousins. A split between the ones in Georgia and Alabama for the low price of $500 an lb. for the mid and $2,000 a pound for the exotic. So that made me a quick hundred racks in weed money with $200 thousand, a gangsta plug. I can’t lose! All I need is a loyal team!

  Me and Chi-Chi, my partner from childhood, took a flight out to Texas. I already told Renaldo that I was bringing my partner with me because he's a loyal, standup guy and been down with me forever. Chi-Chi held me down through my bid up until he fell with some federal distribution charges. He got caught up with me on my murder case but
, didn’t shoot the victim he shot one of his partners. So, he got charged with an assault for that and did 2 years. He got out but, in the next 2 years, he caught the fed case and did about 8 years.

  While in the joint he studied computer networking and programming. When he got out, he went to school and got degreed and certified. Now he’s working for some big firm and married with kids. But, on the low just as dangerous and slick as me and down to make some quick juugs on some cocaine! Not to mention the stable of women.

  I sold the first 10 bricks through Chi-Chi. One of my old school cousins and one of my partners is an Alabama implant in Atlanta Lil Dontay. I had already overnight mailed Anita her $150,000 and my money to re-up $150,000 plus stashed $50,000.

  So, once me and Chi-Chi got to the airport in Dallas all we had to do was rent a car. A day before, I had already paid 2 college girls to drive the minivan to Shreve Port, Louisiana. Leave it at the Holiday Inn and Anita sent someone to retrieve it. We rented a Malibu and I called Anita to let her know we were there. We got a hotel suite downtown at the Sheraton and waited for Anita to call with more instructions and plans. It didn’t take long because, within 10 minutes she called and told us to meet her in Cockrell Hill, a suburb southwest of Dallas not far from our hotel.

  Once we arrived at this mansion, she directed us to her and Renaldo. I introduced her and Renaldo to Chi-Chi. After the pleasantries, we left Chi-Chi sitting under some shade trees with a mixed drink. We walked around and talked business. Renaldo was laying the outline of the plan to me.

  “Like I told you on your last visit, we’ve had him under surveillance,” said Renaldo, speaking on the turncoat Carlos Desendez. “He has been in the witness protection program since the traitor ratted my father out. We located him through some of our people who got people in the F.B.I. He’s living under the alias Juan Vasquez out in Montana but, he takes regular trips back to Mexico to visit his son in Guadalajara. His son goes to college there.” said Renaldo as he pulled a picture of Desendez’s son out of his pocket.