R.I.C.O Volume 1

by Corey Bryant

  Chapter 12

  Retribution

  “Revenge is just another word for payback.” You niggaz knew I wouldn’t play that and I’d send you bitches to the morgue with 2 shots 2 da head and no remorse! Why you think niggaz call me the boss because I be dressed up in designer suits? Or the fact that these niggaz know I’m the truth!” Jonathan was in a daze as he listened to a song from scarface’s balls and my word CD. In a daze thinking about the new task as he would call it. The task of taking me and my organization down to our deaths! Jonathan flew from Texas by one of Big Lo’s people out of New York. These niggaz are still hot bout Faygo’s death!

  “Yo wusup sunnyside!” Said Big Lo’s partner from New York referring to Jonathan under his code name.

  “Already, wusup!” Said Johnathan as he raised up from his seat.

  “This my man I was telling you bout… who hired you for your new task… Big Stew.” Said New York referring to Big Lo under code.

  As the two men shook hands Big Lo discretely and quickly sized the youngsta up. Jonathan didn’t look like a killer to Big Lo.

  “Nigga look like a pretty boy!” Said, Big Lo. “Nuttin close to a killer!” Laughed Big Lo as he looked the Drake look-alike up and down.

  “Yea… you right! I am a pretty boy, wit killa bitches!” Drawled Jonathan in his Texas accent as he showed Big Lo the video of his goon with a big pistol equipped with a silencer up against his temple outside of Jonathan’s hotel room. The big pistol was being held by a little sexy female who resembled the rapper, DJ Loaf.

  “Wusup Boo? You want dis nigga erased!” Purred the lil sexy killer.

  “Naw, March that nigga up in here!” Said Johnathan, speaking into his watch phone.

  “What about the nigga in the car?” Said the female as she marched Big Lo’s goon into the room. She was referring to Big Lo’s driver who was outside in a black Navigator held at gunpoint by the girl’s twin sister. Killer twins from the 3rd ward in Houston, Texas.

  “Tell her to stay there with him for a minute!” Said Johnathan. The girl relayed the message to her twin.

  “Already! Um up in the truck with him anyway!” Said, Twin.

  “Okay… ya’ll ready to get down to bizness?!” Said Johnathan who was looking Big Lo in the eyes as he smiled. Big Lo looked at Johnathan and slowly looked at the sexy killer with his goon at a standstill and then at his New York homeboy. Shook his head up and down. Looked back at Johnathan with an approving smile and said “Let’s do business! But first, call off your… um… shootaz.” Said Johnathan finishing Big Lo’s sentence for him. “Yeah!... shootaz!” Repeated Big Lo.

  Meanwhile, as Big Lo and his hit team were in a hotel room plotting on me and my team. I was in the Virgin Islands with a girl who was my main squeeze. Since I’ve been out, I call her my main squeeze because I give her the most attention and have some feelings for her. Out of all the bitches I fuck with she’s the one! Oh… and I can trust her to a certain degree. Her name is Tanya, and she was a female friend from my past before I fell and went to prison. Tanya and I used to flirt and talk with each other on occasion but nothing serious. True enough I wanted to fuck her and make her my girl and all that! Because I love some redbones and Tanya stood about 5’6”, 145 lbs. give or take. China doll face with the almost juicy lips to match! A little thicker than Rhianna. Modest, but jazzy with a little flash, professional, and down to earth. Wifey material! But nevertheless, we remained friends. Besides, she had a man that was a good boy wannabe dope boy on the college campus of Georgia Tech. She was still digging me and my thug-style bad boy persona!

  In the middle of my bid Tanya and I started communicating through letters and cards a little, but with her going to college and working and me being locked up with her boyfriend for years doing federal time. Years later at the end of my bid, Tanya and I linked up via Facebook, then cell phone, and finally visits! She rode it out with me till I got free. She had been separated from her ex way after he got out. So, I caught her at the right time, and she was there for me. It was only right for me to give her some of my time! Since I’m out and able to get to her like I want and need to!

  One thing led to another and the next thing you know. Me, Tanya, and her daughter were living in a 10,000 sq. ft. mansion out in Lithonia! With foreign cars parked all over the place! Tanya was smart and connected with a lot of professional people. She had a friend who worked in a bank who would give her the heads up on some homes like what’s about to go into foreclosure. We would go ahead and buy a couple for the low-low and triple our money on the sale! Kind of like insider trading! Her and my cousin ran my real estate investing company. Shuwanda had experience working with mortgages thru a company out in Dunwoody, Georgia. So, everything was smooth there!

  “What’s up Boo? You got something on yo mind?” Asked Tanya as she walked up hugging me from behind letting her hands find their way to my dick. “Wusup?! Talk to me Boo.” Said Tanya her soft, sexy voice in my ear as she gently squeezed and stroked me through my off-white Linen Polo shorts. I was out on the balcony of our ocean-front condo. We had just got through smoking a mini cigarillo of some exotic ass island cush. So, she was feeling good as hell and drinking Hennessy! Making me think about a scene from the Dej-Loaf video “Me, Hennessy and You!” When she was walking the beach by the ocean and things! Because Tanya had on the exact style-bathing suit and little Robe! Now she got me amped up! Ready to get on some porn-star shit!

  “Oh, nuthin Boo. I’m just thinking!” I said in a husky voice because she got me all horny!”

  “I thought this supposed to be our vacation. You out here thinking about money, making plays, and scheming!” Said Tanya as she released my throbbing dick from my shorts and slowly stroked it.

  “Well, do you mind if I stroke you up?” Said Tanya in a singing manner imitating the old song from “Changing Faces”. And I went right along with-it singing R Kelly’s part, “I don’t mind!” And she comes back with the other part, “Do you mind if I stroke you down!” “I don’t mind.” I sang as I turn to face her and taking off my tank top at the same time. Tanya was snatching my shorts and boxers down. She leaned into me and stuck her tongue in my mouth while stroking my dick at the same time!

  As I proceeded to meet her kisses, I felt a warm tingling sensation on my shaft and head of my wood! Tanya had done slid some strawberry-flavored motion lotion on me! Her favorite flavor! I started rubbing her head and running my fingers through her hair, both hands! She knew what time it was! She immediately slid her tongue from my mouth and dropped to her knees and grabbed my dick and slowly stroked it as she blew her breath on it to fully activate the sensations of the motion lotion.

  “Oooo shit Boo! Don’t play wit me!” I said yearning for some head.

  “Umm, umm, I got you Boo!” moaned Tanya as she slowly put the head and 2 inches of me in her hot mouth. I had my right hand on her head guiding her right into my slow hunches and grinds! Slow fucking her mouth as if it were a pussy! Shit so good make a nigga wanna sing! Then she’s putting those pretty brown eyes on me because she knows like Pimp C said, “I like to look her in her eyes when she sucks it! We’re out here freaking on the balcony of our ocean-front condo-like some porno stars! One thing about it though, we own the whole building! Anyway, I didn’t want to cum just yet.

  I snatched my dick out of her mouth and like clockwork she was snatching her swimsuit off and I was turning her around and bending her over. She was spreading her ass cheeks and I was ramming my dick up in her tight pussy like it was last time I would fuck her!

  “Daaam Baby! You mad at me about something!” Said Tanya as she was reaching back placing her right hand on my stomach as if to slow my thrust down. Yet she was throwing that pussy back on me! Truth be told at that moment I was thinking about the times I was locked up and she was too busy to fuck with me like I wanted and needed her to! Or when I’ve called her and she wouldn’t accept my call! Maybe her nigga was around at the time! I don’t know and I could’ve been wrong. N
evertheless, I am a vengeful person and a Scorpio! When I was locked up, I added fuel to my fire list! All the things that were negative in my eyes or happened to me fueled my fire and desire to get free and rich! That shit worked! Laws of Attraction! By now I had zoned out and got a handful of her hair. I started pulling it and fucking her hard like she’s a thot or something!

  “Oh-Da-Daamn Bae! You mad at me?” Moaned Tanya referring to how I was fucking her.

  “Nawl Boo!” I said as I reached around and put my middle finger on her clit! Truth was I was thinking about a time or two when she wouldn’t accept my call! So yeah… I’m vengeful to a fault at times.

  “Uumnh, umnnh, ooo, oo shit! Daamn! Sss!’ moaned Tanya as she started to drip cum down my fingers invoking me to blast off status!

  “Sssssss, shit!” I hollered as I emptied my load into Tanya. Damn near collapsing! Me and Tanya made our way back into the condo and took our hot sex to the bedroom. While I was in the Caribbean Islands making love to my girl doing the snake off in that pussy. Some snakes back in the United States were plotting to make me a pussy!!

  Chapter 13

  Back in the States

  Game Time

  My supposed getaway to the Virgin Islands for a couple of days turned into a month's vacation! True enough I had said that I won’t be on no business type of shit while we are down there but, some things came up. First of all, me and Tanya’s real estate company owned the oceanfront condos we’ve been vacationing in. Leasing them out as timeshare properties and we have 100 condos in this building. We lease them for $20,000 a year through my attorney in Birmingham, Alabama Janice Riddlesburg the ex-wife of my former attorney. The one I seduced & knocked off to help me get out of prison. I had her set me up an offshore corporation named Aniyavest in GA and all of it is under my R.I.C.O organization. It served as one of the conduits for channeling drug money. Mostly my weed money went into this apartment complex in the Virgin Islands with a full-fledged spa/resort. Money laundering! Money was laundered by many off-the-books and under-the-table transactions with the sub-contractors involved in the construction of the apartment complex. Now, I was in the midst of investing in other businesses down there like another resort! Then I caught a deal on a yacht that was a 100-footer. I called my attorney Janice Riddlesburg to make it happen.

  “Okay, Antonio I’ll get right to it but, let me ask you this…”

  “Yea Janice wusup?” I asked with my alarm going off in my head.

  “When are you going to give me the dick?!”

  “Ha, ha! soon baby!”

  “Ha hell.” Said Janice. “Just as soon as you get back to the states!”

  “Okay, okay, I got ya Janice.”

  “I’m serious Antonio!” Said Janice and hung up.

  I haven’t been fucking her much since I’ve been out. Matter of fact only a couple of times. As soon as I get back, I’m off to Birmingham to freak her a whole weekend! She looks like Meg Ryan with those striking light-steel blueish eyes and wavy blond hair almost shoulder length. Petite build with a nice lil round booty and some little hips which poke out. I enjoyed fucking with her, but I’ve been so busy which made it hard for me to just spend time with her. Unless I’m coming with a couple of duffle bags of money from a lot of weed transactions which I need her to help me clean up.

  By now the game escalated on all levels for me! Big business on the illegal side! Fucking with my Amigos I’m distributing serious weight in weed, cocaine, and heroin! So much that I had to set up more businesses to funnel, clean money, and sho-nuff setup & expand a loose and informal Amoeba-like infrastructure that controls my secret criminal network. Somewhat tightening up and organizing my street business to the point of watching it micromanaging things!

  At this point, one shop I’m supervising is a large network that distributed multi-ton quantities of good marijuana. By now my numbers with my plug Anita are so low that any ticket I put on my bales is profit! I had 2 people who worked directly under me who in turn had six people working for them selling and fronting their bales. These buyers in turn had their own employees in the network. I ran a highly structured and well-organized distribution network.

  I had my cousin Bam-Bam in Jacksonville, Florida collecting payments from my weed. Held most of it till I came and laundered some of it through her modeling agency or other small ventures like beauty salons and nail shops. I take the bulk of that money to my attorney in Birmingham to clean through my offshore corporation Aniyavest, GA. The marijuana was usually distributed in quantities ranging from 28,000 lbs. to 32,000 lbs. There was a whole network of drivers. Deliveries and pickups could only be made between 8:00 am and 5:00 pm Monday – Saturday. Employees in the operation had fixed weekly salaries. It wasn’t long before my weed distribution network expanded outside of Florida, Georgia, Alabama and Mississippi were getting some of my weed. South and North Carolina and speaking of South Carolina ole girl Kadia was still speaking on the disappearances of her cousin Brad and his cousin. I wanted to tell her the catfishes done ate them up by now in the Chattahoochee River!

  Instead, I started steering clear of her not knowing that was making her even more suspicious! I had some people in Nashville, Tennessee distributing my weed and whatever else! A lot of work was moved through my trucking logistics company. After tying up all the loose ends down in the islands we flew back to the states to get back to business.

  I had restructured and reorganized my cocaine and heroin distribution network in the same style as my weed distribution network. That way I can micro-manage a little better. Sitting up in my office of Deangelo Enterprise downtown Atlanta, catching up on my street business as well as my legal business. I’m looking over my record label roster checking sales, pending releases, and new artists who my A&R people were looking at.

  “Who is this Drake-looking nigga?!” I asked no one in particular as I looked at my computer screen. He had been recording with my people while I was gone. I clicked on the tab to see how the Drake look alike sounded.

  “Damn! This nigga rockin.” I said, as I grabbed one of my phones and called my assistant Marco who was my COO (Chief Operation Officer) at Rico Entertainment. Which is in another location that I own. I’m now at the head office of Deangelo Enterprise.

  “Yo wusup Antonio?!” asked Marco as he answered my call.

  “Back to bizness! Aye… who dat Drake looking nigga y’all been recording wit?”

  “Oh, dats Johnathan from Texas! Dat nigga nice ain’t he?!” Said Marco getting all hyped up.

  “Yea, dat nigga rockin! So where did y’all find him at?”

  “Shit, Antonio dat nigga just popped up out of nowhere! Serious! We koolin at the strip club one night while you were vacationing and “…Which club?” I interrupted.

  “Yo club potna!” Said Marco.

  “Oh, okay! Go head my nigga, my bad!”

  “Yeah… I don’t know how the nigga knew who I was, but he came in the V.I.P. with 2 bad twin broads like yo… I got something you would be interested in. And handed me a CD and um like Bru can this wait? And he was like nawl! Matter of fact let me see it. So, he took the CD to the DJ booth and got the DJ to play a song or two off his demo and that shit had the club rockin! He came back to the V.I.P. and gave me a business card. Smooth yet kind of arrogant with them bad bitches and he was about to leave but, I stopped him in is his tracks and told him to come to the studio the next day. And just like dat da nigga showed up and showed out!”

  “Just like dat huh?!” I asked.

  “Just like dat Antonio! I knew you would like him! What you thinking?! You think we ought to sign him?” Asked Marco.

  Me being the type of nigga I am which was suspicious almost to a fault. I was to meet Johnathan face to face! Look the nigga in his eyes and see what type of vibe I pick up! I try not to bring my animal instinct into the legal business world. At least not at such a high magnitude, but the music industry is a jungle in its own way.

  So, fuck it my street antenna overrules my j
udgment and decision-making! Making whoever feels the vibe of thoroughness, realness, and loyalty as a way of life. So, if they some fake-snake suspect mufuckas time going to tell on ya. No matter how much talent they got or how much money they’ll be bringing or potentially bringing to the label. If they need to be watched then that’s what it will be. If they need to be dealt with… that’s what it will be.

  “Set up a meeting wit me and this cat at the studio!” I said to Marco.

  “That’s wusup! It’s on you, Antonio! When are you going to be free?”

  “Shit… set up a meeting for 12 tomorrow afternoon.”

  “Got ya Bru!” Said Marco as he hung up.

  Sitting in my office at the studio while smoking some exotic with Marco and Brainhead. I noticed the rapper, Johnathan, on the security screen. As he approached the entrance I said, “here the nigga comes now.” as I passed the blunt.

  The Drake look alike is being put through the metal detector by my security.

  “Damn! Y’all got security on point around here! I feel safe already!” Said Johnathan being sarcastic as he’s being shown in.

  “Hey, wusup Johnathan.” Said Marco as he got up and shook hands with him.

  “Already, wut it do?!” Said Johnathan.

  “Johnathan, this Antonio the CEO /Owner of RICO Entertainment. Antonio this is Johnathan the one I was telling you about from Texas!” Said Marco making the introductions.

  “Wut it is?!” I said as I came from around my desk to shake his hand. The whole time I’m making eye contact, weighing the dude up, and checking his temperature at the same time! Trying to see what kind of vibe I’m getting off the dude. I’m like that by habit. Growing up in the hood running the streets and going to prison for a long bid. Will have a nigga on point and game-tight! That’s if you’re smart!