How JB made his money.

Chapter One

CHAPTER One

JB emerged from the basement covered in blood just shooting! There was no time for anyone to take cover. Everybody there thought they were gathering for a set up and a cinco de Mayo celebration. Instead they were invited to their own massacre! Definitely someone heard the shooting JB thought. He was emptying the two .50 calibers that he was known to carry. Both with extendo clips, JB sprayed the room with major fire power. Out the corner of his eye he swore he saw Blackman diving out the window when the shooting first started but that was impossible, he was dead; murdered a few weeks prior. Dealing with so much death ain't natural, but money gotta be made he thought. JB chalked his vision up to adrenalin and the heat of the moment why his mind was playing tricks on him. Hell he even thought he heard Bumpys voice when he was getting beat by the pipes earlier; but he was also killed with Blackman and Vante those weeks earlier. For a moment he could only think of who'd seen him enter. I'm thinking about my brother and homeboys getting merked, my momma just got diagnosed with cancer and now this. All this going on in his mind as he filled a couple nearby duffels with all the money and coke they could hold. JB always put money first, his favorite saying is and I quote" its just business". How everything ended up like this was a blur, the move started with something about Mr. Bridges mother being out of oregano. I should have know something because an old Mexican Grandmother for one ain't gone forget no ingredients and for two she damn sure ain't gone leave no food in the middle of it cooking, less Jesus returning. She left and next thing I knew I was in the basement tied up, getting hit with pipes; these niggas talking bout I been short. And how my time has come, how they tired of breaking bread! I ain't never shorted no fucking body a day in my life! And I really can't understand or make out the voice of who's saying they tired of breaking bread-these Mexicans eat of the Dons plate not mine. Niggas are amateurs tho, to be some killas. Rule number one don't make a nigga bleed all over the ropes, they don't stay tight; blood is like grease! I was able to get free and get Hansel and Grettle, my always ready to fuck team-.100 calibers combined. Shit that fool never knew what hit him, I ain't no bitch. I hit the one they left in the basement on me so hard upside the head with Grettle , that I know he's dead; all that blood can't be good. After I made sure he wasn't breathing, I gathered myself and went upstairs to get the nigga who crossed me, Mr. Bridges! After they fell from the slugs I fed them, I got what was there and I fled I couldn't understand how this happened. I mean we always pay, always! Plus we've been working together so long, this just doesn't make sense. Unless, Danny has been stealing out the packs when he puts them up for the Don; only a hunch because I have no proof. I need to get to the bottom of this as fast as I can because it will not end with these 7 dead bodies. All this blood got me seeing ghost and shit, damn Blackman, I miss you homie. We all work for someone and this man will be to collect his money that I have taken. Plus this was the connects main dude besides me! Where do I go from here, I have to make sense out of this before I talk to Mr. Pasquale, that's the plug; the Don. If I can figure this out, he might not murder my whole family! I need to stash them as we speak, once word of this gets back; I'm sure his vengeance will be swift. Plus I know if Danny has anything to do with this he's scrambling to cover his ass, I gotta find that white boy. The boss don't play, I mean this Mexican is nuts! He is the nicest guy, he has youth soccer teams, recreation centers he's donated; I mean he's a real philanthropist. Until he feels betrayed, then your dealing with a whole nother animal! Creature even, no more mister nice guy; this nigga don't just kill you, He tortures your mind, your body and soul! I remember he found out his sisters husband was buying dope from a Dominican crew, with money he'd stolen from him. He cut a finger of his right hand for every kilo he bought, then paid to have them sewed back on-then made the nigga sell the work and fork over all the proceeds. A rival gang once robbed a dope shipment of his while it was on its way to his facility. Well he didn't retaliate and attack them immediately, he made them think he didn't know. He found out where every one of their families lived and murdered them all. As each member came out of hiding to bury their dead, they were slaughtered. The couple that figured out the scheme and didn't attend the funerals were later found tortured and dumped -just a bloody torso with a head on a pole on the corner of each of their territory's. I know he will listen if I can convince him it wasn't me that betrayed him, now my dilemma is how!! I know I will come up with something, I always do. Besides this my mother just got diagnosed with stage 2 cancer. Man my mother is our whole world, she has always been there! I mean when I got out of jail mamma mortgaged her house to give me the re-up money I needed. She has lived in mansions before I did, I takes care of my boo! That shit is only right, she was my first and only investor. You can't ask more out of a mother and I got to make sure she's tight for however long she has to live. I don't know much about cancer but I don't like the sound of the word. I got my boo the best of insurance and medical attention, you would think she was Obamas momma. Ok I gotta get my head straight and get back to business, it's too many people counting on me to be loosing it; for whatever reason! I know this kush will get my head tight, cuz of this shit I ain't smoked all day.