Black Cartel

Chapter 1 Where It all Starts

Mexico

Ricardo

At least twenty armed men stood at every angle of the cemetery, cradling their assault rifles. The thunder ripped through the sky giving the signal that rain was bound to come at any moment. The Black Cartel cabinet members stood beside me as I listened to the priest say one final prayer for my father.

"In the loving memory of Damian Black" the priest concluded and closed the bible once finished.

Many began to place their roses upon the casket as I stood there frozen.

My father was the head of the Black Cartel, A family dynasty that he and his brother Demario had built from the ground up. We are said to be the worlds most dangerous Cartel federation in existence. Growing up as a youngin I couldn't configure such strong ties my family held, but my father soon made me acknowledge it. Now we had a lot of allies, but we knew that a few enemies were inevitable, and we welcomed war with open arms. We've been at war with the Los Velez Cartel for three years, but things really hit the fan when their head commissioner took my fathers life. In a war fought over drugs, territory, and the almighty dollar. We had the money, street cred, and the businesses on lock. From whore houses, to distributing the worlds best 100% coke and heroin. We created our own market, but unfortunately in a cut-throat world everyone wants to make it to the top, and had no problem knocking down a few others to get there. Now my father was Black, Mexican, and Columbian. I took after him in many ways. I possessed his tall 6'4 frame and was pure lean muscle with a nice curl hair texture, but somehow down the bloodline I inherited hazel eyes, and had a brown skin tone. I was in deep thought staring at the casket before being interrupted.

"You know what you must do boi"

"What?" I looked up quickly breaking myself out of the daze I was consumed in.

"You need to hear me when I say this to you nephew. Now you got years on you man, I'm fifty one. What does that tell you?" Demario said placing his hand on my shoulder.

I tried to generate an answer but the words didn't flow causing me to shake my head.

"I don't..."

"I didn't expect you to. What it means is that I only have time left to teach. To teach my blood brothers oldest son how to keep an empire alive. Your brothers Julian and Elijah are younger than you, but regardless of age your father chose you..." He explained

"But you should have control, I don't want this shit!" I raised my voice with a hint of frustration.

I then suddenly felt a hard slap on my face.

"Calm yo fucking tone!, and have some damn respect. Now you listen to me, you are the key of expanding this empire beyond Mexico, making it something much bigger. Look just go home, relax and kick your feet up. Have you a nice little drink, I'll even send you a nice piece of ass up to your room ight Demario said.

"Man whatever" I huffed

"Think!" My uncle said as he patted my shoulder and walked away.

I couldn't understand what the fuck he wanted from me. My pops was gone, and I couldn't get two minutes to mourn his passing without being addressed with this drug lord kingpin bullshit." I thought to myself as I created a permanent frown upon my face.

"Wassup bro" My brother Julian said greeting me.

I was hot at the moment, and I didn't want my temper to get the best of me, and didn't want to be in the midst of this chaos. I always saw positive things like going to college, becoming a basketball or baseball player and all that shit in my future. Not this.

"You ight?" Elijah asked while also approaching.

"I'm straight" even when those words left my lips I knew that I wasn't, I was actually numb.

"We are gonna kill whoever did this to pops" Julian said feeling himself getting heated.

"WE...ain't doing shit!"I spat

"Aye what the fuck is up with you" Julian said aggressively pushing me.

Refusing to react, I simply adjusted the tie on my Armani suit.

"Don't you want to avenge his death, stop being so fucking selfish bruh!" Julian shouted.

I stepped extremely close to my brother and looked him eye to eye.

"If you got the balls to body the nigga that killed our father...you do it, but I don't think you're that stupid to go in guns blazing. You're only nineteen and they will fucking tear you apart, and I don't have time for another funeral, not on my watch." I said bluntly.

"So what now huh?, we just gonna let the nigga ride off into the fucking sunset and pick flowers." Julian threw his hands in the air.

"You got to know when it's time to wait, and time to act." I said turning my head.

I wanted to head home and just take some time to think, and I felt I deserved that as I walked to my all black Benz and hopped in. As I was pulling off I caught a glimpse of my brothers sad faces then put my eyes back on the rode.