by Corey Bryant
So, he had secretly built up an army and money. With an attitude of fuck it, he was ready to take Renaldo and his nigger friend to war! What he had planned would draw them out of the woodwork.
Back in Atlanta at 9:28 pm, I was sitting behind my big oak desk, in a big leather chair with my hand up to my chin. A sign of deep thought. In my main office for R.I.C.O Enterprises which is the umbrella that my businesses are under. Herewith me are my 6 lieutenants and my son is one of them. He’s distributing the boy (Heroin), the girl (Cocaine), and loud (cush/weed) in Alabama. Chi-Chi my childhood friend was one, dealt strictly with cocaine. Sonny and his son Lamont handled everything. My lil Potna was my other lieutenant that handled all loud and midgie. Also, Brainhead had the security team and we called them the “Young Wolves”. If they were sicked on you, yo ass was got! You had to be a sharp and mighty warrior to escape or defeat these lil creatures. Like Yo Gotti said, “I don’t have goons I have creatures that are so hungry they’ll eat ya!”
Brainhead and his squad would still put the T.S.I muscle game down even though he was famous. But it’s mostly when some lil beef starts cooking from so-called rival crews. Our shit was like a hierarchy organized and structured but on a big level. I wasn’t too interested in who ran this block, zone, or hood. Been there done that. I’m more into distribution and supplying not just one geographical area in the city, but throughout the united states!
The niggaz we serve got crews who got crews! Break it down like this! I’m the head, the chief executive-owner-boss, the kingpin, and all of that! My next in command is my childhood friend “Chi-Chi”. He was Capo! Even though I dealt with my other lieutenants exclusively, he sometimes made sure their supply was in their hands-on time and all money was turned into him. My nigga was super paranoid and careful, so it had got to a point that nobody got work straight out of his hands 85% of the time or put money in his hands. He had a web of young pretty women doing all the transactions and meeting people, etc.
Me and that nigga always had a way with women, so they weren’t hard to recruit. They wanted to be a part of something and fuck us, so we put them to work. But nevertheless, they got paid well!
My son, of course I made a top lieutenant once I found out he was thorough as his pops and he ain’t scared to bust that hammer. He was in Birmingham selling everything from bricks and pounds to rocks and sacks! He had trap houses all over the city organized too! He had 2 niggaz to a trap handling the sack and guns, plus lookouts strategically placed on his blocks. He had out of towners all over Alabama coming to buy our product! He had a few of his childhood crew back in Chicago hustling good. He knew a few niggaz coming out of Alabama prisons who were good rappers. He started a record label that was exclusively distributed through my record label, R.I.C.O Entertainment.
At first, his only problem was his stepfather. Detective Larry Garrison of Birmingham narcotics. He had been stepping to my son on some threat type of shit. I called Stephanie and told her to get that nigga in check before it be a man down! It wasn’t long she was giving that nigga a duffel bag with half a million in cash! He was officially on the team! Bought! My baby mama, Stephanie had a lot on that man and besides, he could use the money!
“You get the other half in a week!”
“Stephanie, what’s this?” Asked Detective Garrison, Stephanie’s husband.
“You’ll receive further instructions later… as for now… stay off of my son and let me know what you hear!” Said Stephanie and walked out of the bedroom. She had him by the balls! She had just walked down on him fucking some young high school girl. One of her daughter’s friends.
I had another $500,000 for him. He will be our inside plug to let us know what’s happening. I already had one up here in the A. A chick I grew up with I called Apple. She used to suck my dick with a green apple now and later back in 88’. We had a lot of out-of-town traffic and plus we were putting down out of town!
Each one of my lieutenants had someone govern somebody out of state with our product. Not just a seller and buyer relationship. I’m talking like a director over a manager who has employees under them! For example, Sonny might have his nephew in Phenix City, Alabama with some niggaz selling grams, 8 balls, and quarter ounces of coke and crack. He might have another nigga in the same territory with half ounces, ounces, and half of a big or eighth (2 ounces and a quarter). And another hustler with strictly 4 ½ ounces (eighths), quarter keys (9 oz.) and halves (1/2 of a key) and his nephew handled all bricks (keys) with each lieutenant with at least 7 or 8 governors under them. Who in turn got a couple of managers under them with fire products at all times!
We were getting military duffel bags of money, literally! Like Tony Montana and his crew on Scarface when they were going to the bank. “Push it to the limit!!” When they were going to have major problems in their respective town, turf, city or etc. We send in the young wolves!!
Anyway, while me and my lieutenants-potnaz were sitting here discussing business my secretary hit me at my desk phone.
“Wusup Cynthia?!”
“Were you expecting a visitor?”
“No, I’m still in a meeting.”
“I know! But this young lady here is adamant about seeing you! Said she drove from South Carolina.”
“Damn! Who the fuck could this be?! Ask her her name.”
“I already have her name. Her name is Kadia!” Said Cynthia.
“Damn!” I told myself. “Yo let’s end this meeting. So, I can see what’s up.”
Everybody left out of my office and in came Kadia.
“You haven’t been answering my calls or Facebook messages?!” Asked Kadia.
“It’s good to see you too Kadia.”
“I want to know what happened to my cousin?!”
“What you mean?!” I asked, playing dumb.
She was speaking on her cousin Brad, who tried to play me a couple of years ago. Them boys are catfish bait at the bottom of the Chattahoochee River I wanted to say.
“Nigga you know what the fuck I mean! My cousin was dealing with you when he came up missing. Now all of a sudden that scrub ass nigga Ricardo who used to work for Brad is supplying the city!”
“What do I have to do with that?”
“What you got to do with it? The nigga been getting work from you!! The word on the streets up my way is that Ricardo set my cousin up for some Atlanta niggaz who he supposedly owed? Do that ring a bell?!”
“Nawl, I don’t know nothing bout that!” I said.
“That’s a lie Antonio because I’m the reason you started fronting him dope in the first place!”
“Look Kadia, calm down!” I said.
“Calm down?! You need to be telling me what happened to my cousin!” Said Kadia.
Now the wheels in my head are turning! “Look… I don’t know what happened to your cousin, but I will help in any way you might need me.” I said in a calm way.
“Okay… This is the way you want to play?!” Said Kadia as she was walking toward the door. I just shrugged my shoulders at her. “Alright.” Said Kadia as she walked out of the door.
“Damn!” I said as I sat down in my big leather chair. All the time I didn’t know that conversation as well as the conversations held by me and my lieutenants were recorded.
Chapter 25
Back in the Peachtree Summit Building
9:45PM
DEA Agent Captain Scott Thornton
FBI Agent Jeffery Mathers
FBI Agent Testado
“Wow! Who was that chic?” Said FBI agent Jeffery Mathers. “Call our surveillance men and tell them to follow the real fine chic with the white capris and green & white striped shirt!”
“Got ya,” Said one of the Tech agents.
“Someone is missing!” Said Testado. “That’s certainly the same voice on Carlos Desendez’s phone the night of his son’s murder. The same voice was recorded in Texas making calls to Renaldo Abregado about bringing him some guns because they had seen Carlos Desendez.” Said a
gent Testado as if he were proving his case.
‘The son of reputed drug cartel leader Garcia Abregado who Antonio Deangelo did federal time within Ft Leavenworth and Terre Haute where they got caught up in a race riot together.” Stated FBI agent Jeffery Mathers proving that the Georgia Bureau of Investigation(GBI) had been doing their homework.
“As a favor for helping Garcia and having his back during the riot, he plugged him once he got out” Said DEA agent Captain Scott Thornton.
Antonio Deangelo is somewhat doing the footwork for Garcia’s cartel because they were nearly defunct. He still has his son who was flying under the radar, but he’s always had his hand in! Antonio is working the eastern seaboard with Abregados’ drugs and in turn, created his own organization. “We need to find out who this woman Kadia. Where she’s from and who’s missing. So, all the people who were in the meeting with Mr. Deangelo are the top dogs in the organization?" Asked agent Tostado.
“Yes! These guys are business owners, rappers, and rap label owners with heavy ties to the streets that are responsible for heavy drug trafficking, contract killings, and just plain old killings.
"In fact, Antonio Deangelo’s right-hand man Chris Chee-Chee Floyd was on a murder case with Deangelo’s computer networking programming company. Extortion, illegal gambling, and all of them are in the conspiracy.” Said, agent Mathers.
“We just got to get a little more concrete evidence and connect all the dots and I say bring down an empire! We need to get this list they kept speaking on! Antonio had the list and he was asking questions and talking numbers. Referring to different people who govern someone with their drugs in another town, city, or possibly another state. Fellows look like we have a widespread conspiracy on organized crime! And check it out, the name of their organization is R.I.C.O!!! Just the act we have on our hands under federal law… R.I.C.O” said DEA agent Captain Scott Thornton. “And an 848-engaging in a continuing criminal enterprise…kingpin statute!”
Chapter 26
3 days later (Club Liv Miami)
1:30 AM Sunday morning
At the album release party, Jon-Jon’s new cd was the who’s who in hip hop and also the streets! Bad thots, groupies, and just plain old bad bitches were wall to wall! You even had a few r&b chics in the building…You also had the feds there too!! Undercover niggaz who were dressed and looking like thugs, rappers, and dope boys. Straight police, Antonio, and his crew were in the building deep! His label staff members, rappers on the label, singers on the label, and a lot of the street crew were there too! All of them were wearing black T-shirts bearing the name R.I.C.O Ent.
Chains flooded with flawless diamonds, charms and medallions were everywhere. Some had their medallions iced out with the name R.I.C.O In the VIP and all over the club the niggaz were shining in the dark! The women were working overtime trying to get under these ballers! The undercovers were taking pics with their phones and forwarding the pictures to emails of lead and head investigators that were building a case on this organization led by ex-convict Antonio Deangelo.
Speaking of Antonio Deangelo, the feds had planted a couple of fine-ass women on him, but it was hard for them to get next to him. Besides, a couple of big-ass ex-football players that were bodyguards and henchmen. There were these lil sexy ass twins that Antonio was sitting between and he was all in one of their ears! It seems like he was trying to fuck!
Fuck around I fuck yo twin sister “Twin sister” Futures song blasted in the background as big twin ground her ass all up on my dick as we danced in the middle of the dance floor. Well, gangstas don’t dance we boogie, because all I was doing was holding my arms in the air. Grooving like back in the ’90s on “I get around” except, I had a big bottle of Ace of Spades in my right hand.
“You done fucked around and got my dick hard!” I said as I leaned over into the twin’s ear.
“Oh yeah?” said twin with lust in her eyes.
She sho nuff started working it like Rihanna! How she was backed up against Drake in that work, work, work video. I’m glad my girl wasn’t there! It would be pandemonium by now.
“I’m going to fuck this lil bitch tonight,” I said to myself. The other twin was right next to us putting that lil sexy ass on my partner Chee-Chee…Yet she was looking in my eyes biting her bottom lip making me want to fuck her!” I don’t know if they will do menage’ et trois with a nigga, but it sho was on my mind!
I don’t know if I should try it, because there's something sinister about lil twin that I can’t put my finger on. My alarms have been going off about their whole lil squad so I’m going to be careful and aware around them even though Jon Jon is one of my best-selling artists. I’m not comfortable around his crew. That’s why when I get ready to fuck big twin there’s going to be a young wolf or two in the vicinity securing the perimeter entrance and exits. They’re some little women, but I recognize treachery and viciousness in both of them. Yet, thinking with my dick I just got to see what that hitting that pussy would be like! Usually, crazy or super devious women have some of the best pussy.
“Aye, let’s bust a move! I said in the big twin’s ear.
“Bust a move” meaning? Said twin being sarcastic yet leaning her mouth over her shoulder about to kiss me and she answered. A lil sexy seductive bitch!
“Let’s go fuck!” I said cutting through the chase. At that, she reached back and grabbed my dick.
“You ain’t fucking me in no bathroom!” said twin trying to stick to her plan, but all the time she would’ve fucked me right there on the spot!
“Nawl shawty I wanna get buck naked and stretch your lil ass out and get in all that pussy” I said as I squeezed her ass through her short tight leather Gucci dress.
“Let’s go” said twin grabbing me by the hand to lead me out of VIP. Then
as if she forgot something she stopped in her tracks. Hold on, bae I’ll be back then she turned around and went to holler at her twin who was already on us. I went and hollered at Brainhead.
“Yo check it out, finna go and fuck this lil broad,” I said. He looked and saw who I was referring to and started smiling and shaking his head.
“Mann…you better watch that hoe bruh!!!
“I got her but, this is what I need you to do… Round up a couple of the young wolves. Get them to trail me and camouflage themselves to the point if someone else is trailing me they can peep it.! You feel me?”
“Okay, okay I got you bruh!” Said Brainhead.
The whole time I had my eyes on twin, her sister, and also the lil crew they rolled tight with even Jon. They were watching me on the low.
“Is one of these niggaz fuckin this lil broad or what?!” I thought to myself.
“Let’s roll,” said twin as she made her way through the crowd. As soon as we walked off Brainhead pulled up on one of our young wolves and put him up on game. Within seconds of me and twin walked out of VIP, 2 of them lil niggaz was cold trailing us and texting 2 more to meet in the parking lot.
Within that same moment, lil twin and Jon Jon was sitting on the couch engaged in deep conversation.
“What she say?” asked Jon-Jon.
“The bitch says she is going to text me and let me know what’s up?” Jon-Jon sat there bouncing his head to the beat his fingers on his chin as if he’s in deep thought then he smiled.
“She wanna fuck the nigga anyway, but if he ain’t clear to be knocked off tonight it’s still a plus. He may like the sex and start trying to fuck her heavy ya heard?!” With that said lil twin rolled her eyes really seething on the inside because she’s frustrated. She wanted to be in her twin’s shoes getting fucked tonight by a boss with the opportunity to body bag him. Mixed with a little jealousy lil twin was a ticking time bomb!
“She needs to text me and let me know their location, his ass dying tonight.” Jon-Jon smiled at lil twin because he knew she was down with the murder game. He also knew when she felt lust and he knew that she was jealous her sister was chosen instead of her because she was al
so attracted to Antonio. He had grown up with the twins as nothing but friends, so he never fucked them. He always fucked their friends and they’ve always made money together. From selling candy in school, selling crack sacks, setting up robberies of big boys to straight out killing together so we had a bond.
“Well, when she sends a text let me know and then we’ll go from there. Don’t get gung-ho on me and try to carry this shit out yo self!” That’s exactly what she had in mind! Jon-Jon knew it because she’d done it before out in Texas and almost got all of them jammed up.
“Okay…I’ll try to,” Said twin.
“Naw!! Ain’t no I’ll try it’s I’m not going to!” Said Jon-Jon. Little did Jon-Jon know lil twin had already text Kabo a lil nigga in their entourage and told him to follow big twin and Antonio and that’s where she fucked up!
Chapter 27
“Splack-splack-splack-splack.” That’s the sound of me and big twin’s sweaty bodies colliding. I’m hitting this pussy from the back with her face down and ass up. Her back was arched, and she was throwing it back just like when she was dancing up on me. Twin was trying to out fuck me!
“Damn you can do it wit a dick in you!” Referring to what I asked her on the dance floor.
“Uh-huh!" Moaned twin. “Nigga I’m from Texas” she moaned. I got on my toes and started gangsta fucking her and pulling on her long weave. As I was about to bust off, I pulled my dick out and went straight to her mouth. I was straight porno style status as I pulled my cumming dick out of her mouth and started jerking it in her face then I told her.
“Bitch, I don’t play!” She grabbed the sheet on the bed and wiped her face. Looked me in my eyes and put my dick back in her mouth again. She got me back right again in no time. Shawty had a mouth game like she could suck a golf ball through a hosepipe and she had some good tight pussy! I pulled out of her mouth, reached down, and grabbed her by the ankles. Then I spread her legs back and got all in that pussy using the straight pound game! My phone kept vibing on the nightstand and so was hers. Somebody was blowing us up, but my phone had the most activity. I grabbed the mufucka and cut it off, she did the same.
