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

get your shit,” he snapped, as he pulled her up.
    “What the hell is your problem Samir ? You weren’t acting like this last night when you were fucking me,” she responded
    “Am I fucking your right now or no? Because you talking about last night. I got shit to do now and I can’t have you in my momma house while she woke, so shut the fuck up and let’s go!”
    After his guest got dressed , Samir called her a cab. She was upset that he didn’t take her home and even more upset that he treated her like a hoe. Samir didn’t care about her feelings and he sure didn’t care if she had to stand outside and wait for a cab. He gave her $100 for her ride and headed to the Gardens so he could meet his father’s man. On the ride there he called to ensure that Ces and Meko were in route as well. Samir gave Ces the keys to his four-door Chevy so it shouldn’t have been an issue about them getting there.
    “Where are you , Joe?” Samir asked Meko.
    “We in route to the gardens, my nigga. We pulling up in like five minutes,” Meko replied.
    “Alright cool . I’ll be there around the same time. Tim wants us to meet him at apartment twelve thirty six.”
    “Ok ay. I got you. We’ll see you in five my nigga.”
    Altgeld Gardens was one of the only projects in the wild 100’s and Samir knew the area well. It was a part of his brothers set and it would eventually be his to run, but he never knew his father had a trap house in the hood he hung out in.
    When Samir pulled up , Tim was standing outside, talking to a couple of Sin’s corner boys. Samir checked his Rolex and the time read 12:52. He got out his car to greet Tim when he noticed his boys pulling up behind him. Their arrival lifted a weight off Samir’s shoulder, but now he had to prove that his choices where good enough for Tim to report back to his father. Everything needed to go perfect with this meeting. Samir knew his father would get a full report on how he handled himself, so he had to be on point. Once Samir greeted his boys, they walked over to greet Tim.
    “ Yo, whats up Tim?” Samir said, as he stretched his hand out for a handshake.
    “Boy , I’ve known you all your life. You hug your uncle, young blood,” Tim responded, as he grabbed Samir’s hand and hugged him at the same time.
    “This is Meko and you already know Cesar.” Samir introduced Meko to Tim.
    “What ’s up, young bloods? Are y’all ready to get to business?”
    “As ready as we will ever be, sir.” Meko respectfully responded.
    “Ok ay, let’s go inside and go over the particulars.”
    Tim led the young boys inside the house. Samir had never actually been inside of one of his father’s dope house s, so he wasn’t sure what he would see. Once they got inside, Samir scanned the room and recognized a few of the faces. He noticed the money counters and the large bags of money being sorted through, but more importantly he noticed that every nigga in the room was visibly strapped. Not to mention the big security guard sitting in the recliner, holding on to an AK-47, watching all the proceedings.
    After saying what ’s up to everybody, Tim led the young men into the kitchen where the real work was done. 
    Inside the kitchen Samir noticed the half-naked chicks breaking down and wrapping packs . There was also a dude sitting on a stool managing the proceedings. Tim walked over to the observer and introduced him to Samir.
    “ Cavalli, this is young Samir. He’s here to pick up a special pack. He’s Carlyle’s youngest son, so anything he needs you better make sure he gets it,” Tim sternly explained
    “Ok ay, okay. I got you, boss. I’ll make sure he’s well taken care of. It’ll be my personal duty,” Cavalli turned to Samir. “What up Samir, I’m Valli. Anything you need, you just let me know.” he said, as he dapped Samir.
    “Sweetheart , go get that half I had you wrap for me please.” he told the young worker.
    Once the young lady returned with Samir’s