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My own family was making me money, but the money I had coming in from the East side blocks had me feeling like the King of the city. Yeah, those girls and their little boyfriends were out there doing their thing. Shit, they were driving whips cleaner than my daughters and Tommy. I admired their little crew, Gas Squad. They were definitely ringing bells in the streets; they had a team of assembled hustlers, shooters, and hitters. They were all trained to go, and I loved hearing stories about them in the streets. When I would go out to hang at the motorcycle clubs, I would constantly hear about Gas Squad. My profits had increased by 3 times of what I was previously bringing in having them on my blocks in the East; they hustled hard and hustled strong, and it showed.
    As big as these kids were getting, I was going to have to remind them sooner rather than later who buttered their bread. I couldn’t have them thinking as though they could make it further without me – that was out. I’m the King of this city, and it is not a top if I’m not up there, so I hoped they would continue with the way we had been running things, because I would hate to have to hurt anybody. I wasn’t the type that was trying to retire and pass on my legacy through my children. Fuck no, I was a stingy bastard and I knew it.
    Everybody under my roof had to kick in, but when I died, this business would die with me. No passing off the connect’s number or leaving bricks in case I didn’t make it. Nah; when I died, they would remember me and only me. They wouldn’t compare my son to me or anybody else, because I was definitely the man in this city. If my kids wanted their time to reign, they would have to start at the bottom and make their own name, just as I had.
    I respected the fact that my nieces didn’t want to do this forever at first, but with the amount of money that I was making with them on the block, I couldn’t afford to lose them. Laela and Jaeda had inherited that hustler’s mentality from their parents and I was happy to be the one to bring it out of them. They had the potential to be big time in the streets; they had the drive and street wit to build an untouchable empire, but I didn’t want them to get the idea that they were going to strong arm me out of mine, or takeover what I had built. Even though their mouths said this was temporary, I knew what money and power would do to a person. It was insatiable – the more you had, the more you wanted.
    I didn’t have time for anything to distract them from getting this money, and these relationships were bound to get in the way of it and I couldn’t have that. I was about to have a sit down with the Gas Squad, because money was the ultimate goal. I knew those girls were fucking, so I had Shae set them up with appointments at the Planned Parenthood so that they would use protection. I wasn’t about to be having no babies running around my damn house.
    I sat at my desk smoking a blunt to the face as I waited for the Squad to arrive. I thought about the approach I would take because I may have been selfish, but I was far from stupid. I wanted them to all remain loyal to me, but there was going to definitely be some understanding.
    About fifteen minutes later, I was snubbing out the doobie that was in between my fingers when Jah and Tone walked through the door.
    “What’s going on youngins?” I looked up as they took seats around the table that I had in my office. My house had a family room upstairs and downstairs, so I used the downstairs room for multiple purposes. It was towards the back of the house and was closed off by double doors. I had made the room sound proof and installed weed neutralizers on two sides of the room. I had an 80-inch TV mounted on the far wall, and four La-Z-Boy recliners that were placed towards the TV. There was a large couch that sat on the wall to the right of the chairs, with a coffee table beside it. On the opposite end of the room, I had the