How JB made his money.

Chapter Two

My cousin Omar is my driver, I only have bug (that's what we call him; he used to play with them nasty things all the time as a kid-funny nigga) I only had bug driving cuz he don't smoke, drink and he stays focused. Lil nigga reminds me of me-before I found out about weed (ha,ha). He met me at the airport as I shipped my family off, I have some loyal guys and he's one of them. I'm cool with a preacher that will let me use his jet when I need it-not often but; I have used it before! Now he's the pastor of a mega-church, you wouldn't bet he has enemies; well let me tell you, you'd leave broke (and yes we've killed for him). Anyway; Now Omar always kept it real, he was more friends with Vaunte than me to tell you the truth. Vaunte hung with KC, and Omar; the three amigos. They had a click within a click. I liked Omar though cuz my little brother absolutely loved this dude. Vt was a good judge of damn near everything but he was never wrong about character. Plus Bug could drive, he used to race cars with his old man and uncles: until his father got killed in an accident at the track. Now the boy just drives for business, no play. If he's speeding we either dipping from police or a faggot trying to be cute. After everybody had taken care of their families as I had done, I passed colors to my kids-black-, they put word out to their cousins; and the rest was handled from their. It took some time because we all got big families. And we all care for them, no matter what. Shit is almost an unwritten rule, but that's how we was raised; straight family. Since free lunch and Sunday school, most of us been tight. There's 14 of us in all and I must say we hold our own. We've all been together give or take since we were kids, or since they were kids and grew up; Sunday school and free lunch like I said. Any additions were met in jail or through family members. If you can take what we put you through to be apart, you deserve us. I mean with the money we deal with, no chances are ever taken. We only deal with family or approved associates; and we all gotta approve. If you venture out of the circle your never allowed back, and if you stray too far, you die. Like a child hood friend of ours who's long since passed away and shall remain nameless. This nigga thought it was a game. Lacy told him once you deal with us your locked in. We would have his back on whatever but he had to stay with the family. Well this nigga pulled us into some drama, we deaded the shit-to DEATH- (we don't play) then the boy had the nerve to start copping from rivals when he owed us money and couldn't pay. Thinking shit wouldn't get back, damn fool; Dis B Mob, we everywhere! You know since Lacy brought him in she had to body him. It was nothing personal; no torture, just business. Were not a gang, just a click of die hard niggas and bitches; A family as VT liked to call it-that gets paper. We're hustlers for sure, but murder for hire is how we make money as well. I was in the Feds when I turned 18 for dealing with these Italians and some static out of New York. Out of respect I never mention our business, some shit you take to the grave with you; feel me! While in there my celly was a contract killer for the lacosanostra. To think back on it, I think the Dons placed me with him on purpose. I had 15 years and it took damn near 5 to get him to open up. Not that I was pressed for conversation but that's a long time to bunk with a mute! But when he finally got to talking after 5 years this pis an/ taught me a lot. I learned how to work every gun known to a hitman. Living next to him was like going to crime school. He told me story after story about how they murdered niggas for pay. Shit all in all it sounded like a good business. I mean he was in there for life but that was for something totally different, what he did in New York was more personal than business. I told you my respect goes deep and some shit you just don't talk about! The Italians had much pull and liked me so much they got me out 7 years early. It was nothing they could do for Mr. X; the shit he did he knew it too. But as long as his sister and her kids was cool. HE DIDN'T GIVE A FUCK about being in jail! After getting me out, Mr. Mancuso set me up with Dons and kingpins on the east coast. Shit, killing got to be like painting. You could go fast and make a mess -(like Mr. X used to say) or you could go slowly and create art. We chose the latter! Plus I could always go back and talk to X, he really became like a pop to me. My momma used to send him boxes along with mine, I know he knew we appreciated him. X schooled me well, his rule was that we never worked in the city, always out of town hits! I mean nobody in town even knew who we really were, they just pegged us for block niggas that made it good; we looked like real live business men. Never knowing that combined we have killed more niggas for these rich and connected cats than jealousy! Yeah, I know what I said but shit; were good at what we do and it is what it is.
The clique is all family to some extent. Rico some would say he's a hothead, I don't see that. I just see a young cat that don't play games and you better watch what you say to him and family; that boy is a shooter for real! Moe, now my cat here has done time, serious time. He used to deal heroin back in the day with these columbians. Some kind of way the Feds got wind of a pipeline from Columbia they had funneling heroin in and knocked every last one of them. Nobody ever snitched, them Columbians got deported and Moe got 14 years flat. Thing is he could have fucked them niggas but he didn't, Moe knew where all they relatives in America and never said a word; shit it was a couple more houses full of dog food; they loved that dude for that. And Terrance young quite type, really reads a lot. He stays close to all our parents; he takes care of their needs when we can't. He is a college student believe it or not. We all thought he would go ligit but when you raised in the life, you raised in the life! These three are brothers. You got Lou, another quiet killer. Rumor has it that when he was in the dh the guards hated his ass. So they set him up and let niggas try to rape him, left him alone all night with 3 skin heads in a cell. Guards returned next day to find him covered in blood and three dead white boys. Anthony another regular dude like me, been hustling for years. Way before we organized. He was always smart; he had half the city on lock back in the day. The connect he had in Mexico got murdered by Pablo and the Medellin' cartel when they were at war in the bush era; he ain't been able to plug since; and KC (deuce) he was my younger brothers dude there youngest brother as well. Them boys hung tight, I fucked with him cuz Vaunte thought so highly of him. He told me about times when he would have been ass out if KC hadn't showed up when he did. These are their cousins, these three are also brothers. You got me (JB) and David we are brothers, my sister Lacy and her girl Tesha. Now Tesha is a Bitch. Fine as hell and straight business. She ain't rude but the bitch don't pull no punches. And she will shoot a nigga in a heartbeat! Lacy told me about a time a nigga tried to stiff them on a bird in the mall. I guess cause they was brauds he thought he could beat em. By the time he was outside, Lacy said Tesha had that bitch nigga on his knees giving up the money and the brick. Stripped his ass naked in the parking lot and made him walk; shit she described was crazy. And you got our cousins Omar (bug), now that's my homie. My aunts son, we have been cool all our lives. We used to sleep in the same bed, you got his boy Marshall who was in my hit crew when I was fresh out the joint before we got organized and his brother Jerome. Now Jerome was crazy as fuck, he was good with his hands like kimbo slice. He also would shoot the fuck out of an enemy on sight! Vante, black man and bumpy were killed a couple of weeks ago on an out of town hit, 16 went to 13 but we vowed never to replace them out of respect. Vante was my youngest brother and Blackman and Bumpy were Anthony, KC and Lou's older brothers. Blackman and bumpy were straight killas. I don't have to separate them cuz them two were never to be separated. To be brothers these cats did everything together. One never went on hits without the other. They gave a new definition to the word tight. Only person they saw more than each other was they momma! A few of us were out of town, but two days later we're all together now and these niggas is pissed. Anthony and Lou especially, I guess since loosing Blackman and Bumpy they ain't trying to lose no more family members. My people love me, and that feels good! I told you were family and the hit on my life didn't sit right. The Don and them Mexicans in this town really don't know what they got started, I mean we got weapons. We been in the murder game for the past 8 years and again we some niggas that know how to kill. At the same time tho, Mr Pasqauli has always been real with us. We're not an emotional group at all!, had the situation been reversed the same we would have done as he. The whole conversation is about what the fuck happened! Now Rico, Moe and David handle money. Terrance, Lacy and Anthony are Security and weapons. Lou, Tesha and Omar cook, cut and bag all drugs. And KC, Marshall and Jerome sell all drugs! And I JB am the nigga that started this shit, I been organized doing this for the longest since the Italians so me being at the head is only right. I buy all dope and plan out the details for the murders we get hired for. But we're family and if we don't agree then we don't do the job! We are all on call for hits any where on the east coast, that's why so many of us fill the same position. If one person is pulled away, another can immediately take his place. This is the lay out of how we get down, so where is the whole in the process. Again what the fuck went wrong? Rico, Moe and David handle the money drops, what's the deal fellas, did you check the bags before we paid him?