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The Black

Corleones

Inspired by True Events

By

Bella Jones

2013 TBRS Publishing

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Dedications:

This book is dedicated and inspired by my brothers for life. Mikey, Nick, Al and the love of my life Kevin.

The four of you were closer than any biological brothers could ever be. I came into your world an outsider and you made me the first lady of the crew. Because of your loyalty to each other you all made sure that I didnt want for anything and that I was well protected in my reign as Boss Chic. I couldnt have asked for a better group of men to spend an important chapter of my life with.

You all taught me the true meaning of loyalty and I will forever be indebted to you because so much of my life included all of you.

Kevin, you loved me so deeply that I now know how a man is supposed to treat a woman. You gave me the best gift a man could give when you gave me our son. I carry you with me every day of my life and I only hope that I am making you proud. Your baby girl is standing tall and its all because you gave me a story to tell.

Mikey, I couldnt have asked for a better brother, protector, goon and confidant. I miss you every day. You always had my back and you always believed in me.

Nick, my little boys name sake, you were always my dude. You were my voice of reason when I couldnt find one. You taught me more about the game and about life than anyone person could and I honor, love and respect you for it. Ill always make sure your sister, mother and son are straight for the rest of my life. My god son is now my real son. I put your sister through school and she has just been accepted to John Hopkins Medical school; so I did turn a negative into a positive.

AL, my last standing soldier, you are the only other person who shares the same memories as I do. Youre the only other person I can call and say, Yo remember when we were on that run to Virginia and the tire blew out and instead of changing the tire, you prissy niggas had us towed and stuck in a tire shop for six hours. I know you miss your brothers and that love you had for them keeps you in the game and I will never judge you for that AL. We all cope in our own way. You do it by still being a top guy and I do it by writing. Either way, we are always bound together because of our experience. You comforted me through it all and believed in me through everything and The Black Corleones is my way of saying thank you, bro. Thank you for being there, always. - Bella

Foreword

Man, where do I begin? I was 14 years old when I first met the nigga KG. I was introduced to him through my dawg Mikey and we just hit it off. I heard around town his big brothers and father were top dogs in the game. So I knew linking up with him would play out as being beneficial. KG was a real cool dude and we hit it off. I was a young nigga with nothing and the idea of getting money was instilled in me for as long as I can remember. The only way to get out of my fucked up life was to get money.

KG, Nick, Mikey, Sean and I were clicked tight from day one. We had a master plan to get some bread and we got our shot when KGs brothers Sineca and D got locked. KG went to his father and his father fronted us a half of brick and we hit the ground running. We had a short time frame to get a return for Reggie and make money ourselves. At first, we were tripping that KG had to pay his father back for fronting him, but eventually we came to understand what he was trying to do. He was teaching us the game and showing us that shit wasnt just going to be handed to us. He was teaching us that everything has a price and eventually everyone wants a return on their investment.

We all met up at Mikeys grandmother crib and came up with a plan on how we were going to take over the hood. We cooked the work we had and hit the block running. The money came quick and we were hooked even quicker. For the first time in my life I had bread in my pocket and I was addicted. We all were. We got the return back to pops on right on time, impressed with our work ethic and determination he hit us with 10 Bricks and told us we would be taking over the big homie Sinecas set while he was on lock. Im a wild hundreds nigga so taking over the set for Sineca wasnt a problem because niggas knew who we were dealing for. We flooded the streets and made more money before we hit 16 than most people make in a lifetime.

We built a solid foundation. My nigga KG was the don and we were the underbosses , so to speak. Although we had a chain of command, like any other organization in America, nobody was above the next man. We were in this shit together. What I ate, they ate, and vice versa. We were getting money and I do mean real money. We showed up to school in matching box Chevy Caprice Classics. We wore Gucci sneakers; Coogi sweaters and we had Presidential Rolexs on our arms; all in high school. We came up fast, faster than anyone of us could ever imagine. Getting dough and fucking bitches was our only concern. My niggas were the only family I had. I could care less about anybody but them, until my nigga KG feel in love with B. Nobody was able to get close to us but her and her girl infiltrated our circle and made it a little sweeter. I love her for the way she held my nigga down. I admire her for her intuitiveness. She saw what we were too blind to see, or should I say, what we didnt want to see.

We were so focused on getting money that we didnt see the signs of Sean being envious of KG. We were so caught up in being the top guys that we closed our eyes to the fact that one of our brothers was turning against us. Now that I look back on it, all the signs were there. He was down in the beginning, but the money started to change him. He stopped fucking with us like he used to. He started kicking it with niggas he knew had it out for us. But we loved him because he was our brother. Love wouldnt do that to you; love wouldnt bite the hand that feeds you. KG was the reason we were in the positions we were in. If he didnt convince his father that we were a solid team than we would have never reach the levels we reached. Mikey, Nick and I understood that. Besides being the head of the operation in this game called hustling deals you more stress and headaches. Being the top guy, KG had to deal with way more than the rest of us had to. The nigga never complained one time. He took all his strips like a man and we respected him because he respected us. But I guess Sean didnt see it that way.

Sean wanted Boss status but the nigga didnt have a Boss heart. He didnt have the stamina to be a boss. We were all Boss niggas; not one of us was above the other. Yet, this nigga convinced himself that he was getting cut out of something. Better yet, he let a fuck boy ass niggas convince him to turn on his family. I couldnt fathom that my brother would destroy our family the way that he did. We grew up with this nigga, came up in the game with this nigga, and it was this nigga that collapsed our operation. When you got a wolf in sheeps clothing right in the midst of your circle it makes being in the game that much harder. It gets more difficult because now other niggas will think that youre weak and try to threaten your way of life. Its like, Them niggas are pussy. They had a hoe nigga right in their trenches and didnt know it, so we can defiantly take their shit.

The day Sean turned on us and killed KG , was the day me, Mikey, and Nick turned cold. Here it was, one of our brothers was dead, leaving his girl behind and a baby on the way and our other brother was responsible. It shook us to our core, seeing KG laying in his casket and knowing that our closest nigga did it; it left us with a bitter taste in our mouths. KG didnt deserve that shit because he was a real nigga, he never showed fakeness and he showed love to everybody. He didnt deserve to be taken from his wife and son, from his true niggas or his family. That day, that week, that month changed us as I knew it. Everything we built came crashing down and the streets were watching. They were watching to see if we could keep it moving with KG gone or to see if we would crumble at the hands of a snake nigga. Yea, we were fucked up mentally but we had to keep it moving. We wasnt about to let niggas see us fold.