IT WAS ALL A DREAM (1) (20 page)

His brother snatched him up by his shirt and shoved him towards the entrance. K hadn’t even noticed his mob from the
hood,
them
KBSF
nigg
h
as
had formed
Voltron
and was right behind him.
Them
cats
was known
for shutting spots down!

K slid his bu
r
ner back in the holster and he and Liza went back to the VIP. As the night wound down under the party lights and sparking disco ball, the club started thinning out. When they called last call K went to square up with the bartender and pick up his card. She ran the card through for the $6000 he’d spent at the bar, plus a $200 tip for her. She looked at him nervously. Then she ran it through again.

“The bank is denying your card,” the bartender said.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. There’s over $800,000 in that account. How can it be denied?”

Liza overheard him talking with the bartender and walked over to see what was going on.

“The bank denied the corporate card for some reason,” said K.

Bazzo came over and he told him what was going on, and assured him there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for the confusion. He knew K’s finances were in order, so he took care of it.

“Just take care of it as soon as you can,” said Bazzo.

K had never been more fucking embarrassed, than that night. Still trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, He pulled out the $3800 he had in his pocket, gave Bazzo $3000 and walked over and gave the
bartender her $200. K told him he would send him the difference plus $500 when he got home and went to the bank to find out what was going on.

K and Liza left the club and went to the nearest ATM so he could check the account balance. K put in his card, entered the pin number and touched the screen where it said account balance. When $1502 popped up on the screen, he felt his stomach get sick and knew something was terribly wrong.

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All plans to stay in NY for a few days changed immediately and they returned to PA the following morning so he could personally go into Bank of America to find out what going on and clear up this whole situation. They were absolutely clueless to what happened to the money in the account. K went directly to the bank from the highway and explained the situation. They informed him that the money had been wire transferred to a numbered account in the Cayman Islands, where they had complex laws in that banking industry. He asked the teller how that was possible without his permission and she directed him to the bank manager who took them back into her office. She may have sensed the niggah about to surface from the large, clearly agitated black man who may have just lost close to a million dollars. She sat them down and pulled up the transaction on her computer.

“Yes, here it is. It was a three way transaction, all done by computer. It was obviously someone you have done business with before on this level to have all of your account information.”

After a pause she said, “
here
we go,
ILLadelph
CD’s and tapes in Philadelphia.” The name rang a bell because K remembered them
making an especially large order not long ago. A total of 12,000 unit’s altogether.

“We should have the phone number and
address in our shipping
logs,”
said
Liza.

K asked the bank
manager
“is there anything that I can do about this.”

“We will put an investigator on it but as long as it was a legal transaction, the matter is pretty much an international issue you would have to take
up with
the FBI.”

They had been caught
slippin
’ by a
slickster
who had probably done his homework and knew some of K’s background and the channels that he would have to go through to clear up the situation. Just the mention of the alphabet boys changed everything. K knew all of that money wasn’t legitimate funds and if they requested his financial records that could open a whole new bag of snakes. He felt like the life had been sucked out of him. Of course he would check the address in Philly, but they would have definitely shut down the bogus front, and the perpetrators long, long gone.

They went out to the truck from the bank and rode home in complete silence. K could see the worried look in Liza’s eyes because she could see he was on the edge. K was thinking to himself how could something so fucked up happen? He tried to do positive things for the kids in the community, he treated people fairly, and he had a heart as big as Texas. Why would God punish me like this this, when others who constantly dwell
in negativity, killing and stea
ling from the poor, and try to do absolutely nothing positive, have outstanding luck and successes?

Then he just let it go and tried to figure out his next step. He was down to his last $60,000 that was in the safe. That was for extreme emergencies. K went to Western union and sent Bazzo his dough but didn’t go into detail about what had happened. He just apologized again and just told him it was a banking error.

Liza had called him into the office once he made it back to the condo from the western union and told him that she pulled up the company out of Philly’s information in their records and called the number. She said she’d got an automated message saying the number was no longer in service, but K had already figured as much. He told her to call an emergency meeting of all the groups for the next afternoon. He wanted to get drunk, but knew he needed to keep a clear head.

This wasn’t like a stick-up or a robbery where he could pinpoint someone and had a target to go after. K was fucked up in the head but he was a hustler, and one thing you usually figure out early in the game is that with all the ups, you have to have some downs. Losses will occur.
Some bigger than others.
So K had to think like a hustler.

They had the meeting with Triple
Extasy
,
G’d
- up, and Dwayne and explained the situation. He realized how much love they had for him when he saw they were more worried about him than they were about themselves, but they all ended up in better situations career wise. G’s contract was brought out by Roc- a-
blok
in NY Dwayne went to
Ya
Heard M
e r
ecords out in New Orleans, and T
riple
Extasy
went to So Fresh and So C
lean down in ATL. They shut down the label because at this point, K was fed up and pissed off about losing major paper trying to so some legit shit. Now it was time to take it to a whole other level!

                      
IT WAS ALL A DREAM 2(THE
MONEY TEAM
)

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