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The Black

Corleones

Part Two : Love Aint Loyal

In spired by True Events

By

Bella

Published :

TBRS Publications

Copyright 2014 TBRS Publications

Word from the Author:

The characters in this book represent 5 men Ive had the pleasure of knowing and going through life with. My experiences with them forever changed and shaped my life. Without their impact on my life, I wouldnt have had the courage to pen this story or any story for that matter. This book is based on true events, but some characters you meet and some scenes you will encounter are embellished and exaggerated to add to the entertainment of the story. Although there is embellishment, The Black Corleones are based on a true story of those five young men I met when I was just a girl. They changed me into the HUSTLER I am today. Bella Jones.

Guy told me one time ; dont let yourself get attached to anything youre not willing to walk out on in thirty seconds flat if you feel the heat coming from around the corner. Now, if youre around me, you gotta move when I move.

-The Black Corleones Part Two-

Chapter One

With a sinister look on his face, Samir motioned for Carlos to bring him the electrical wires. As he touched the two ends together, he watched the fear in Kyles face replace the cocky demeanor as the electrical sparks lit up the room.

Just kill you huh? N aw my nigga, Im going to inflict the same pain you thought you were inflicting on me when you ran in my spots and took my bread. Its much more gratifying for me and my crew to watch you die a slow death. See, you made the decision to take my shit, so since you like being the nigga that give the orders; Im going to sit back and watch you kill yourself. Im gonna watch you inflict pain on yourself until your fucking heart explodes, bitch. You see my nigga, Im the fucking boss, and I give the fucking orders, so Im gon teach you a lesson. But first, Im gonna take care of your mans here. Mek, wake this nigga up, Samir said with a devilish grin on his face.

Meko hesitated at first because he was in shock at Samirs reaction . He had never seen this side of an otherwise mild tempered Samir. Frankly, Meko thought he was going to be the one doing the murders and Samir would just be there to make sure it got done. He knew right then that Samir had a killer instinct in him. It just took a threat of destroying what he was trying to build to bring it out of him.

Say , hoe ass nigga, wake yo pussy ass up, Meko demanded as he slapped Kyles partner to wake him.

Where where am I? Kyles right hand man asked, just as the pain began to set in.

Youre in hell my nigga, and me Im Lucifer himself, Samir replied.

Please man, let me go . I dont want to die like this, the man pleaded

Let you go, yea , we gon let you go, right after you tell us where our work and our doe is. We gon let you go straight to the morgue, Joe, Meko burst out in laughter.

Cesar stood behind the rest of his crew , shocked that his boys had turned into such ruthless niggas in less than 24 hours. He didnt get in the game to kill niggas, he just wanted to make money, but he knew that one day the youngsters would have to get their hands dirty and when he pulled the trigger the night before, his entire demeanor changed. He knew he could kill if he needed. Its easy to put a bullet in a niggas brain, but the torture game wasnt his forte. He knew he couldnt challenge Samir in this moment because he was the one who introduced them to Kyle in the first place. He couldnt, however, just act as if Samirs dominance as a leader of the crew wasnt fucking with him. He started to think that even though Samir didnt always say he was the boss, his reaction to Cesar over the last month was starting to make him feel as if he was beneath Samir. But for now he would just shake those feeling off and finish the work they were there to do.

So , tell us homie, before things get real ugly, what did you do with the birds and the money you took from my spot? Seven asked Kyle as he lit the blow torch.

I ain t telling you pussy ass Corleones shit, just kill me, fucking kill me! Kyle responded.

You might want t o reconsider that answer, Joe. See, Seven here is a little vexed right now cuz he was supposed to be fucking this little Puerto Rican bitch from out west, and you have no idea what a nigga will do with a case of blue balls, Chase laughed as he stood against the basement wall, looking down at his two-way.

How much you fuck with this nigga hanging next to you? This is your man twenty grand or what, cuz Im gon ask you one more time where we can locate our shit, Seven asked again.

Fuck you lame niggas , fuck you! Kill me now, nigga! Kyle yelled.

Ok ay then, fine, have it your way, Seven said as he burned portions of his body. He screamed in gut wrenching agony as he tried to move away from the blow torch. His skin began to melt off as if it was wax on a candle. He begged Kyle to tell them what they wanted to hear. Kyle didnt want to show fear to a group of niggas he despised, but watching what they were doing to his friend he grew up with from second grade was too much for him to bare. He closed his eyes and tried to escape the sight of their torture.

Meko gut punched Kyle when he caught his eyes closing. He wanted Kyle to watch every bit of what he was causing.

Oh no bitch, you got a front row seat to this, and if I catch you closing your eyes again Im gon cut your eyelids off, hoe, Meko snapped.

Sev, thats enough , Samir said grabbing Sevens hand.

Kyle, just tell us where it is, and this can all be over dude. Cesar said.

Yea, just tell us , Meko repeated looking at Cesar in disgust.

Ok ay, okay, okay, just leave my bro alone. You hoe ass niggas got what you wanted. Just leave my bro out of this, Kyle pleaded.

Got what we wanted ? Bitch, my work and my money is gone. Thats what I want; killing you is just a bonus, Samir put the broken electrical wires to Kyles balls.

Please , Ill tell you Ill tell you Kyle barely got the words out in the middle of the electrical shock surging through his body.

Awwww , look at him. This bitch aint so tuff after all, Chase laughed.

The work and money is stashed at my spot in Harvey. One eleven thirty two Lexington Ave. Now just kill me, you got what you want.

We will ; after we make sure you aint bullshitting us, Meko responded.

Chase, you and Cesar go to Harvey and make sure this nigga ain t lying. Call me the second yall get there, Samir commanded of his crew.

I swear to you J oe if my shit aint where you say it is, Im gon send pieces of you to your momma until my money and my work is recovered, Samir promised.

Samir sent Cesar with Chase to recovery their drugs and money because frankly it was all Cesars fault. His greed made him throw caution out of the window. They were a family and Cesar knew that he could get them to side with him. Samir was beating himself up over it. He knew in the last 48 hours he had to take more of a leadership role opposed to a brotherly one when it came to Cesar. This was business, and he couldnt allow anything to hinder their business. It was their first mishap in the game that Samir realized they had to learn how to separate business from personal issues. He decided that they would keep their voting system, but he would be the one who made the judgment call at the end of the day.

On their ride to Kyle s stash spot, Cesar sat in silence. He was hoping that Kyle wasnt fucking with them so he could regain his dignity in the eyes of his brothers. He knew he fucked up. He knew he should have used his better discretion, but he also thought his brothers were over reacting to the situation. He felt they were making it bigger than it had to be and they joined the game to make money, not torture and kill people.