The Black Corleones (The Beginning)

The Black

Corleones

Inspired by True Events

By

Bella Jones

© 2013 TBRS Publishing

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Dedications:

This book is dedicated and inspired by my brothers
for life. Mikey, Nick, Al and the love of my life Kevin.

The four of you were closer than any biological brothers could ever be. I came into your world an outsider and you made me the first lady of the crew. Because of your loyalty to each other you all made sure that I didn’t want for anything and that I was well protected in my reign as Boss Chic. I couldn’t have asked for a better group of
men to spend an important chapter of my life with.

You all
taught me the true meaning of loyalty and I will forever be indebted to you because so much of my life included all of you.

Kevin, you loved me so deeply that I now
know how a man is supposed to treat a woman. You gave me the best gift a man could give when you gave me our son. I carry you with me every day of my life and I only hope that I am making you proud. Your baby girl is standing tall and it’s all because you gave me a story to tell.

Mikey, I couldn’t have asked for a better brother, protector, goon and confidant. I miss you every day. You always had my back and you always believed in me.

Nick, my little boy’s name sake, you were always my dude. You were my voice of reason when I couldn’t find one. You taught me more about the game and about life than anyone person could and I honor, love and respect you for it. I’ll always make sure your sister, mother and son are straight for the rest of my life. My god son is now my real son. I put your sister through school and she has just been accepted to John Hopkins Medical
school; so I did turn a negative into a positive.

AL, my last standing soldier, you are the only other person who shares the same memories as I do. You’re the only other person I can call and say, “
Yo remember when we were on that run to Virginia and the tire blew out and instead of changing the tire, you prissy niggas had us towed and stuck in a tire shop for six hours”.  I know you miss your brothers and that love you had for them keeps you in the game and I will never judge you for that AL. We all cope in our own way. You do it by still being a top guy and I do it by writing. Either way, we are always bound together because of our experience. You comforted me through it all and believed in me through everything and
“The Black Corleones”
is my way of saying thank you, bro. Thank you for being there, always. -
Bella

Foreword

Man, where do I begin? I was 14 years old when I first met the nigga KG. I was introduced to him through my dawg Mikey and we just hit it off. I heard around town his big brothers and father were top dogs in the game. So I knew linking up with him would play out as being beneficial. KG was a real cool dude and we hit it off. I was a young nigga with nothing and the idea of getting money was instilled in me for as long as I can remember. The only way to get out of my fucked up life was to get money.

KG, Nick,
Mikey, Sean and I were clicked tight from day one. We had a master plan to get some bread and we got our shot when KG’s brothers Sineca and D got locked. KG went to his father and his father fronted us a half of brick and we hit the ground running. We had a short time frame to get a return for Reggie and make money ourselves. At first, we were tripping that KG had to pay his father back for fronting him, but eventually we came to understand what he was trying to do. He was teaching us the game and showing us that shit wasn’t just going to be handed to us. He was teaching us that everything has a price and eventually everyone wants a return on their investment.

We all met up at
Mikey’s grandmother crib and came up with a plan on how we were going to take over the hood. We cooked the work we had and hit the block running. The money came quick and we were hooked even quicker. For the first time in my life I had bread in my pocket and I was addicted. We all were. We got the return back to pops on right on time, impressed with our work ethic and determination he hit us with 10 Bricks and told us we would be taking over the big homie Sineca’s set while he was on lock. I’m a wild hundreds nigga so taking over the set for Sineca wasn’t a problem because niggas knew who we were dealing for. We flooded the streets and made more money before we hit 16 than most people make in a lifetime.

We built a solid foundation. My nigga KG was the don and we were the underbosses
, so to speak. Although we had a chain of command, like any other organization in America, nobody was above the next man. We were in this shit together. What I ate, they ate, and vice versa. We were getting money and I do mean real money. We showed up to school in matching box Chevy Caprice Classics. We wore Gucci sneakers; Coogi sweaters and we had Presidential Rolex’s on our arms; all in high school. We came up fast, faster than anyone of us could ever imagine. Getting dough and fucking bitches was our only concern. My niggas were the only family I had. I could care less about anybody but them, until my nigga KG feel in love with B. Nobody was able to get close to us but her and her girl infiltrated our circle and made it a little sweeter. I love her for the way she held my nigga down. I admire her for her intuitiveness. She saw what we were too blind to see, or should I say, what we didn’t want to see.

We were so focused on getting money that we didn’t see the signs of Sean being envious of KG.  We were so caught up in being the top guys that we closed our eyes to the fact that one of our brothers was turning against us. Now that I look back on it, all the signs were there. He was down in the
beginning, but the money started to change him. He stopped fucking with us like he used to. He started kicking it with niggas he knew had it out for us. But we loved him because he was our brother. Love wouldn’t do that to you; love wouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you. KG was the reason we were in the positions we were in. If he didn’t convince his father that we were a solid team than we would have never reach the levels we reached. Mikey, Nick and I understood that. Besides being the head of the operation in this game called hustling deals you more stress and headaches. Being the top guy, KG had to deal with way more than the rest of us had to. The nigga never complained one time. He took all his strips like a man and we respected him because he respected us. But I guess Sean didn’t see it that way.

Sean wanted Boss status
but the nigga didn’t have a Boss heart. He didn’t have the stamina to be a boss. We were all Boss niggas; not one of us was above the other. Yet, this nigga convinced himself that he was getting cut out of something. Better yet, he let a fuck boy ass niggas convince him to turn on his family. I couldn’t fathom that my brother would destroy our family the way that he did. We grew up with this nigga, came up in the game with this nigga, and it was this nigga that collapsed our operation. When you got a wolf in sheep’s clothing right in the midst of your circle it makes being in the game that much harder. It gets more difficult because now other niggas will think that you’re weak and try to threaten your way of life. It’s like,
“Them niggas are pussy. They had a hoe nigga right in their trenches and didn’t know it, so we can defiantly take their shit.”

The day Sean turned on us and killed KG
, was the day me, Mikey, and Nick turned cold. Here it was, one of our brothers was dead, leaving his girl behind and a baby on the way and our other brother was responsible. It shook us to our core, seeing KG laying in his casket and knowing that our closest nigga did it; it left us with a bitter taste in our mouths. KG didn’t deserve that shit because he was a real nigga, he never showed fakeness and he showed love to everybody. He didn’t deserve to be taken from his wife and son, from his true niggas or his family. That day, that week, that month… changed us as I knew it.  Everything we built came crashing down and the streets were watching. They were watching to see if we could keep it moving with KG gone or to see if we would crumble at the hands of a snake nigga. Yea, we were fucked up mentally but we had to keep it moving. We wasn’t about to let niggas see us fold.

When we got in th
e game it was for keeps and although our love didn’t automatically get us the loyalty we deserve, we knew KG would want us to keep going. The crazy part about keeping shit going is who steps up to the plate to take the reigns and keep the rodeo afloat. I, for one could care less about the top guy spot because the way we structured our shit, Nick was in line to take over KG position until, from the grave, KG sent us an unlikely front man in the form of our baby sister B. 

Although at first we were against her taking over because she had little Nicholas, we had to honor our fallen brother’s wishes. We started building our shit back to where it was supposed to be and made the foundation even stronger. We ran the Chi, bigger and bett
er than we did when it was the five of us fellas. Our reign together had a lot of ups and downs. We made a bunch of money and lost a more than money could ever replace. I never imagined in a million years that cute young girl that KG met in Harold’s, would one day be penning this story. I never imagined that I would even be the inspiration behind someone writing about me. I live for my niggas every day. I think about the times we shared every day. I reminisce about sitting in Mikey’s grandmother crib coming up with a plan to be the man or should I say, men. I couldn’t imagine my life not having KG, Mikey, and Nick around. They were my brothers and the only family I knew. If I could change one thing about our brotherhood it would be to eliminate the snake in the grass and to have the four of them at the crib with me blowing Kush and counting money. But since I can’t change the hands of time, I’ll bless my sister as she tells our story.

We were
bosses; the four of us, and we were legendary. All we wanted was money and loyalty, and we had that, but it was the black sheep that changed us. We weren’t Italian mob niggas, but
The Black Corleones
is our story; the story of five young black kids from the south side of Chicago that came up in the game together… until one of us turned.

I use to think
that if you loved someone that it automatically gained loyalty from that person. My nigga Sean taught me that love and loyalty never go hand and hand. –
Chi City AL

Chapter One

Samir woke up at 6:45 am after hitting the snooze button for the third time. He didn’t really care much about school, but his mother’s heart was set on him graduating. He sat up on the side of his bed and checked his two-way for any messages and then he headed to the shower. Today he felt different for some odd reason. He felt like something big was about to happen but until then it was school as usual. After his shower, he stood in front of his closet debating on what to wear. He settled on Guess jeans, a beige Coogi sweater, a beanie and a pair of Timberland boots, fresh out the box. He accessorized his outfit with the diamond encrusted cross and gold Rolex watch his father gifted him earlier in the year.

“Samir
, are you awake?” his mother called out from down the hall.

“Yeah,
ma, I’m up,” he answered.

“Well
, you better hurry up or you gonna be late boy.”

“I’ll be
aight ma.” he responded, as he walked past her, stopping to kiss her on her cheek. She watched as her youngest son headed downstairs on his way to school. She watched with a hope for him that she always had for each one of her boys, the hope that they would be more than what people assumed they would become. Every night she prayed that her baby boy would find a passion that didn’t involve his family business. She often wondered how things would have been if she would have never turned around to see who was calling her name as she rushed across campus to get to class. She wondered what life would have been like if she never fell in love with a hustler on the rise in the first place. Maybe then her sons wouldn’t be exposed to a life she desperately tried to shield them from. She couldn’t stop them from making their own decisions in life, but she prayed that her baby boy wouldn’t follow in the footsteps of his father and older brothers.

It was 8:05 when he finally made
it to first period. He wasn’t focused on the lecture the teacher was giving in front of the class because he couldn’t take his mind off his older brother’s court date that morning. He was nervous that his brothers wouldn’t be able to get out of this one, but he also knew his mother would never let her boys go down in flames. He wondered how his mother felt defending her drug dealer sons in a court of law. He knew it had to be hard for her because she wanted so much more for her boys but she never interfered or scorned them for their decisions. She allowed them to make their own choices and the only thing she ever told them was to be man enough to face the consequences.

Samir
sat in his algebra class thinking about what would happen if his brothers had to go away. He thought about what actions he would have to take in their absence. He was ready to join the family business but he knew he would have to prove himself to his brothers and his father before he could test the waters of the game. After forty five minutes of day dreaming, the bell for second period rang and he snapped back to reality.

As he walked into the hallway he heard a familiar voice behind him and immediately turned towards it.

“Hey Samir, how you doing sexy?” a female classmate said to him.

“
Yo, what up Tae, what’s good with you?” he responded, smiling.

“I was
tryna see what’s up with you after school, my momma think I got cheerleading practice but I was trying to play hooky with you.”

Rubbing his chin as she spoke
, Samir thought about the last time he
‘played hooky’
with her and he happily obliged. “Yea we can do that, but I got something to do first, so it got to be a little later on, cool?”

“Ok, sexy
. I’ll see you later then. I’ll two way you after practice.”

Samir
smiled as he walked to his locker. He checked his two-way for word from his brother Keith on their older brothers case, he knew it would be awhile before he heard anything but he checked anyway.

His brothers had made a name from themselves very early in the game. They each approached their father about going into business with him and they each had to prove themselves. He fronted them a half
a kilo and gave them a timeline. If they succeed, he would give them a set and let them run it how they saw fit. Each one of his brothers passed their individual test and their father couldn’t be more proud. Most fathers teach their sons how to fix things around the house or wash a car or how to fix a flat tire, but their father couldn’t think of anyone better people to groom for the game than his own sons. And he groomed them well. His two older sons were making over sixty thousand a week each and his third son was coming up even quicker.

They gain
ed respect in their hoods and handle themselves with stellar ethics. Their father not only taught them the rules of the game; he also taught them how to sell dope and still appear to be legit. The boys took major precautions to not have any setbacks, but a few weeks earlier Sin and Ace couldn’t avoid being pulled over on a routine traffic stop.

The brothers pulled over and just like every other traffic stop
, they didn’t worry at all. It was normal to get pulled over by officers who were on their payroll. So, in their minds, this was business as usual. A routine ticket and they would be on their way. But when Sin rolled down his window a face that he hadn’t seen in this neck of the woods greeted him.

“Is there a problem officer?” Sin asked
, with a condescending smile.

“
I need your license, registration and insurance please.” the officer requested.

“No problem sir
,” Sin opened his glove compartment and his eyes widen at the sight of his .45 caliber handgun. Normally he wouldn’t care because his officers knew him, but this guy was new. At the exact moment Sin spotted the handgun, the officer’s eyes locked on it too.

“Ok
ay sir, I’m going to need the both of you to step out of the car now.”

“For what exactly?”
Ace inquired

“Sir
, unless you have a license for that handgun I’m going to need you both to step out of the vehicle,” he said, as he called for backup. The officer had the brothers’ stand up against his squad car as he searched their vehicle. They knew exactly what this meant but they were more worried about what would happen if he thoroughly searched their trunk.

“
Yo, who the fuck is this clown bro?” Sin asked his younger brother.

“I never seen him before, this shit is bad bro, he got us on that gun for sure but the shit is in the trunk
,” Ace said, nervously

Sin knew his younger brother was a little scared and so was he
, but he couldn’t show Ace weakness, so he tried to reassure his brother that everything would be okay. He knew the situation they were in would not go as great as they wanted to believe.

More squad cars pulled up and more officers joined the search of Sin’s Mercedes.

They searched with one thing in mind, finding more than just a gun. They wanted to find drugs.  They didn’t have cause to believe the brothers were actual drug dealers, but they already pegged them as such. In their minds young black men like Sin and Ace couldn’t afford this luxury vehicle unless they were involved in illegal activity.

The officers handcuffed the brothers and put them in the back of a
n unmarked squad car. Sin and Ace watched as the officers opened the trunk that contained four kilos of cocaine. They didn’t have a search warrant. The officers unloaded the duffle bags containing the drugs and large sums of money on top of the squad car and took pictures of their bust. A plain clothed detective opened the door and informed the brothers that they were now under arrest for felony drug possession and possession of a firearm. Just like that, the brothers where now in a fight for their freedom.

Sin and Ace watched as the Mercedes was towed away and the detectives stood around talking and laughing about catching what they consider low life thugs and taking them off the streets. The original traffic cop escorted the brothers down to the precinct to book them. After being finger printed and photographed, the officers were surprised that the brothers had clean records
. They also knew because of that, the brothers had a good chance of not being looked upon harshly by any city judge.

Disgusted, they put the brothers in separate integration rooms for questioning.
“I’m Detective Johansen and I need to asked you a few question, sir, if I may?” the detective asked Sin.

“Questions about what
, Joe, y’all don’t need to ask me nothing,” Sin responded.

“This isn’t the time to be a smart ass
, son. You and your younger brother are in some deep shit. You’re going down for four kilos of cocaine and an illegal handgun… you’re fucked. The drugs alone will have the both of you going down for half, if not all your life. Not to mention all the other charges I can add on if you do not cooperate.”

“No disrespect
,
sir
, but if your case is as solid as you claim it is, why the fuck am I in this room?”

“Sincere Carlyle Kendal, oldest son to Carlyle Kendal, who we know is the head of The Dynasty
co-op. Just like your father, you’re a petty drug dealer, riddling our city with crime, drugs and murder. Your father is about to be indicted and unless you want to suffer his fate I suggest you start talking or spend the rest of your petty, worthless life behind bars.”

“Really
, detective; you gone play that card? Threatening to go after my father won’t get whatever bullshit answer you looking for. Sir, my father owns several businesses and he’s been a law abiding business man for my entire life. If you really had all the things you said you had on my father you wouldn’t be sitting here trying to flip his son. So, please cut the shit,
sir
and book me if you gonna book me. As a matter of fact, we done here. There’s no need to ask me another question without the presence of my lawyer. So, please, if you don’t mind… get Lola Kendall down here, sir,” Sin said.

Detective Johansen was furious with the attitude of this young low life, but he had to abide by the rights of the young man. He stormed out of the interrogation room and joined the other detectives
that were watching from another room.

“How did it go in there Johansen?” a large detective asked.

“That bastard lawyered up. Carlyle taught the asshole well. How’d it go with the other one?”

“Lawyered up too
,” the officer answered.

“Did we really think these dudes would actually flip on their own father
? They would much rather take the fall for him than rat him out.” a third detective chimed in.

Sin and Ace went through the procedures of fighting for their lives. They quickly made bail and their mother began to build a defense for her sons. As a mother, this was one of the worst moments of her life. She
represented numerous drug dealers; some she got off and others she received reduced sentences for, but this case took a toll on her because these weren’t just any other clients; these were clients that she gave birth to and she couldn’t let them spend the rest of their lives in Jail.

“The drugs should be thrown out and ruled inadmissible in court due to the fact of the officer’s negligence and not attaining a search warrant after they discovered the firearm.” Lola pleaded her son’s case.

“Your honor, surely the officers had probable cause to search the vehicle after the discovery of the firearm in the glove compartment,” the prosecutor rebutted.

“Council, you cannot be serious, the officers should have detained my clients and motioned for an expedited search warrant, and
since they did not, the drugs are inadmissible in this case.”

“Attorney Kendall is right prosecutor
. The officers should have attained a warrant for further search of the car. The discovery of the firearm gave them probable cause to search inside the front of the vehicle, not the trunk. The drugs are ruled inadmissible. You can only charge the defendants with the gun possession.” the Judge ruled.

Lola Kendall returned to her defendants and let them know what their next moves should be. She explained to her son’s that they wouldn’t be charged with drug possession but they are being charged with possession of an illegal firearm and that they would have to do some jail time for it. The brothers agreed with their mother and decided to take the plea.

In matching black Armani suits, Sin and Ace Kendall stood in front of a Cook County Judge and pled guilty to possession of a firearm and were each sentenced to five years behind bars.

Lola’s eyes filled with tears that she fought hard to hold back as she watched the bailiff handcuff and escort her sons out of the courtroom. Being their attorney she was able to see them while they sat in the holding cell. She hugged each one of her sons and held onto them because this would be the last time for the next five years
that she would be able to touch them. After a brief goodbye, the boys were hauled off to jail.

Lola called their father and informed him of the outcome of the case
. She let him know that the boys would be spending the next five years of their lives behind bars. Carlyle was distraught that his sons where in jail but he couldn’t let his crew see him sweat. Sitting inside of Lawry’s Restaurant with the other heads of his co-op, he informed the leaders of his son’s predicament.