How JB made his money.

Chapter Seven

For the next four days I had Anthony and Lou followed, I wanted to know their every move. These two niggas have been with me for a long time, I gotta be sure. Not to mention the fact that their brothers were with me from the jump. I learned as much from them as I had anyone about the game. For real like I said, before Anthony had lost that Columbian connect, them niggas had it going. It wasn't like how we do now tho, they was always smart but not many have the vision I do. I'm not bragging, I'm just stating facts. We have sat and talked before on many occasions, our goals were just different. They wanted the fame, I honestly just wanted the power, the structure and the longevity. See fame gets you noticed and power keeps you hidden. Like I said, we just thought different. Am I loosing my mind?, I keep getting of track; I gotta stay focused. Besides this business at hand I needed to view the files on our potential targets so I could put the teams together effectively to go out. Just then I got a call that a place we use to hide family when heat is on before we can arrange safe passage was just burned down. My momma and Grandmother would have been there if I hadn't moved them. Oddly enough I never told people I did. My mother and Grandmother are old and those types are off limits. I just wasn't taking any chances, especially with her cancer condition; when the doctor said Florida, I didn't hesitate. I'm glad I didn't , cuz somebody is playing the game fucked up! I moved them to the clinic in the middle of the night that second night with Lacys, Omar and Davids help. The way things are falling is like somebody has a grudge against us or just me. Who kills a niggas momma and Grandma?, this was the first time I could clearly see this was something extra. Whoever it was directed at it was definitely personal. I always vowed to keep my city off limits with our other business but I'm thinking about killing everybody I feel like I can't trust! If it wasn't so much fucking money, I would have been said fuck it. These niggas don't even know, I could call in a Ginny hit squad and have all these fuckers taking dirt naps by weeks end. I gotta get wit My sister and brother, she always can read what's unclear and that nigga D is cold; straight ice water in his veins! He is the nicest person to talk to, you would never suspect he is a mass murderer. I mean this dude will open doors for ladies, donate money; he goes to church but that nigga is loco. It's best to have people with no emotion and conscience around you when shit gets thick, feelings cloud judgement! I remember the time this braud set him up one night. This nigga cared for this bitch, and she tried to get em!, Lord why she do that? This crazy fucker figures it out, kills the dudes and tells the bitch like this. You will suffer!, you don't know me, but you will soon enough. I'm not going to kill you, Either I throw this chloric acid in your face or all my niggas get to rape you. That evil nigga watched the hoe get raped and still threw the acid on her. Dropped her off to her mother and said the momma was next if she told, I mean that boy is cold. Who I really wish I could talk to is my little bro, like I said before he was smart. If something was up he could sniff it out immediately. Niggas burning the safe house down didn't sit right, if we can hide murders you know we can sell dope on the low. Who knows so much about me? And if niggas wanted my spot why have they waited until now to come for it. I'm finding myself losing grip, I can't afford to look indecisive or weak right about now; I gotta hold it together. Ok back to business, one of the old Kingpins out of New York is who this particular hit is on and I gotta prepare it for the first group. Young nigga who's brother used to collect for this cat came up short and the old Don did him bad. Mailed his dick and balls to the house, back then it wasn't so much about the violence perpetrated but the statement that was made; don't fuck with our shit! I guess the little nigga never forgot tho the Old mans treachery, and wouldn't you know he's a kingpin himself now. He was 5 at the time and this was about 25 years later. That is a long time to hold a grudge, But fuck it, $50,000 is $50,000. I don't usually get into details but this little niggas likes to talk. And the customer is always right. While he's running his mouth he let slip that before bumpy died he had come through the town looking for new customers for bricks. Lil man never thought to say something until now because our crew always roles so tight. If you look at it he wasn't telling me now, he was just running his mouth. Now as were, well he's talking ; my mind is really racing; why would bumpy be so far from home looking for customers?, every brick we sell is sold before we get it. What was he up to before he died? Ok, This was a one man job...but with all that's going on I better send the team like I planned at first, all I need is extra shit on top of this.... Who the fuck is this at my damn door?