The Black Corleones (The Beginning) by Bella Jones Read Free Book Online

go.”
    Samir waited another ten minutes before Meko emerged out of the house to join him. “What up Joe?” Meko said, as he dapped Samir.
    “Shit , nothing bro. Just left pops crib,” Samir answered
    “Oh shit , how did it go?”
    “He wasn’t thrilled , but he ain’t try to talk me out of it. He gone front us a half and we gotta get him his bread back in two weeks. He said that he giving us wholesale price of five thousand.”
    Stunned by the fact that Samir had to pay his father back , Meko continued the conversation, “Yo, wait my nigga. You mean to tell me your pops gone make you pay him back? I mean; you are his son.”
    “Listen my nigga, my pops ain’t gone just hand nothing over and it don’t matter that I’m his son. This is a business my nigga and son or no son he still gotta handle his business. He made all my brothers do the same thing. I gotta prove myself to him so we gotta be on point like for real, Joe.”
    “You aint gotta worry about us being on point, Samir. I need this more than you think. I gotta get this money to help my grandmother because she can’t live off that shit she get on social security and take care of me and my little brother. Hell, I need this money for him too. My life is riding on this. I swear on my life, I got you bro and I’ll protect this family at all cost. But I got one issue my nigga and that’s that nigga, Cesar.”
    “I feel you. But what ’s your issue with Ces?”
    “I mean , that’s my man a thousand grand, but that nigga got a jealous streak and I don’t trust his kinfolk. They say the apple don’t fall too far from the tree. So we need to watch that nigga a little closer.”
    Samir loved Cesar so he didn’t see what everybody else saw because he believed in giving people the benefit of the doubt. He wasn’t going to waste time keeping tabs on Cesar when as far as he was concerned he never showed jealousy or disloyalty. Samir was loyal to Cesar so he couldn’t move forward without him.
    “I feel you Meko, but me and that nigga been down since we were in the sandbox. That’s just as much my brother as you are, so we gone do this thing together and that’s the end of that, feel me?” Samir scolded Meko.
    “Whatever you say , but I ain’t gone let up on that nigga and that’s just my personal feelings, period. But when did your pops say he gone hit us off?”
    “He gone let me know what to do tomorrow.”
    “Damn, I wasn’t expecting the shit that quick. How we gone move this shit when nobody even know we got it?”
    “Don’t worry about that . Cesar’s been spreading the word and so has Seven. We gone be good homie. We just gotta get our shit packaged up and we hitting the streets.”
    Samir wasn’t the l east bit worried about moving the product because he knew his father had the purest work in Chicago. He already had a master plan on movement before he approached his father for his blessing. His plan was to take a zone and sell it whole as nine and then take the other nine, stretch it and cook it up and flood the area with that. His plan wasn’t to pump work into the hood with just a half a kilo, his plan was to introduce his crew to the hood and build his clientele so that he didn’t have to just rely on his brother’s set to be his main source of income. With his test pack he wasn’t even going to go into Sin’s set because he didn’t want nobody fucking with him just because he was Sins’ little brother. He picked a neutral area and that would determine whether he and his crew had a solid enough organization to handle the game. After he passed the test with his father, he and his crew were going to take Chicago by storm. This was the beginning of the rest of their lives. Samir fancied the Italian mob and loved all the mob movies so he would run his organization similar to that of the mafia. He respected the family aspect of the mob and they never allowed anything to affect the family. There was nothing more important in the mob