R.I.C.O Volume 1

by Corey Bryant

  “Bet!” said Lamont as he shook my hand.

  “Oh yeah… It won’t be long, I’ll be having Boy! I know that’s what y’all moving over here pretty heavy!”

  “You already know!” said Lamont.

  “I got you,” I said as Sonny came back into the living room.

  “Ay. I got some people ready now! What’s up? Between 3 niggas 7 bricks!” Said Sonny.

  “I’ll get wit you,” I said as I got up and hit the door. Just like clockwork I went and got the work for Sonny from my spot where I had the 10 bricks hid. Met him at this white chic’s crib I fuck wit and gave him the whole 10 piece! The seven he was juuging to the folks and 3 on his face. I made $175 racks out of the 7. Ain’t no telling what he made! I had grabbed a 50 lb. bale of mid for Lamont, took it to another white chic’s crib I met in Club Cheetah’s, and swiftly got that bale to him. I wasn’t bullshittin so I got with my old-school cousin and moved 5-bricks through him to some niggaz out of South Carolina. Along with half of the other 50 lb. bale and 5lbs. of cush. The other 15 lbs. of cush I dumped on my homey Dontay an Alabama implant. He bought half and I fronted the other half. The only thing I had left was 400 more pounds of the midgie and 90 lbs. of cush. It’s time to head back down to Texas!

  Chapter 6

  (Building the House)

  Later that night I was on a red-eye flight to Dallas, Texas, full speed ahead! I had texted my order to Anita’s people that were on stand-by and sent my money earlier that day! Chi-Chi didn’t even know I was gone! I wasn’t bullshittin! I sent them $150,000 for 10-blocks of Yay (cocaine). She fronted me plus $300,000 for some more blow. That’s 20 keys! I know she’s going to front me 20 more to go along with that! I still owed them 200 racks for the cush but, they’re not worried about that. I’ll start dumping all the mid and cush on Lamont, Dontay, my cousin, and Lil One in Alabama. 2 of my cousins in the A, Jazzy and his brother Lin, and some on one of my lil niggaz… Brainhead! This lil nigga was an official shooter! I met him in the state prison in Alabama. Brainhead was a young nigga who went to school with my daughter. He got caught up in some robbery-kidnap-attempted murder shit in Alabama. He got out before me and was back in Atlanta doing his thang with the loud and mid. He was doing okay but just needed that major push which I was going to do later.

  Upon arrival, I was greeted at the airport by one of Anita’s drivers/goons she used when she wanted to be chauffeured around in her stretch Lincoln Limo. Nothing more than a head nod between the driver and I as he opened the back door for me.

  “Antonio!” Said Anita as she hugged me.

  “Hey, Anita! How are you?!”

  “I can’t complain!” Said Anita as she raised the partition between us and the driver.

  “How was your trip?” asked Anita.

  “Got a lil jet lag, but um okay.”

  “Let’s talk business,” said Anita.

  “I should get the money today… shortly. I see what you paid for and ordered. I’m going to go ahead and give you a total of 50 for that.”

  My mind was running like a hellcat charger now! She’s talking 50 bricks! I’m doing the math in my head, and that’s $750,000 with me paying her $450,000 that’s $300,000 profit for me! I’m going to move them pretty quickly, so I’ll be a millionaire in no time!

  “Is that cool Antonio? Can you handle it?”

  “Oh yeah, Anita! I was just doing some math in my head.”

  Anita laughed at that and placed her hand on mine, “Antonio… It’s going to get better. I promise you! You’ll be a multi-millionaire in no time. You must stick with us and make the right decisions on your end with your money and the people you deal with. I suggest you make plans on cleaning your money up and making it legit! Because you’re going to make lots of it.”

  “You’re right!” I said to Anita. With my imagination, drive, and hustle I was destined to be a major!

  Chapter 7

  (1 Yr. Later)

  “Bitch ass nigga! Where dat money at?!” Said Brainhead as he tortured these two delinquent niggaz. Not delinquent in the sense of being a juvenile, but in the sense of being late with my check!! It had been 4 months since I hit them off with the work! A total of 10 keys! “So y’all niggaz think um playing or something?” Asked Brainhead as he stood behind the two.

  We had them out on the Chattahoochee River in a boat, in the dark, on their stomach hogtied and hanging off the side of the boat.

  “Bru… we know you ain’t playing! Give us two weeks! I swear I’ll have the money Antonio talk to this young nigga! Please!” Hollered Brad, as he tried to convince me to speak up. Brad was the main one between the 2 because I was fucking with him first. The other nigga was his cousin that I met through Brad. I met Brad through his cousin Kadia who I met on Facebook 4 years earlier when I was in the pen playing with cell phones. 7 months after being released I reconnected with Kadia and started hooking up with her every weekend. She was right there in Columbia, South Carolina so it was nothing to jump on the slab and go see bout this fine K-Michelle-built woman. She was older than she looked! She had the body of a 24-year-old stripper, but she was 36! I had started fucking her and smoking cush with her on the regular learning about their streets and drug trade. Kadia was a hip bitch who fucked with hustlers.

  Just so happen her cousin Brad was pushing blow. He was doing okay copping a quarter of brick here and there and by that time I had 50 bricks, so I put him on. I was in the process of expanding so I was fucking with out-of-towners. I had been letting him get by with a lot of bullshit on the strength of his cousin. I would never tell her none of our business, so she had no idea that he’d been fucking me around. I don’t think he even knew he was fucking me around! Coming up short on the money constantly! Sob stories on how the dope came up missing. All type of shit! I felt like, he might’ve thought that I was soft or something due to my quiet demeanor. When that happens, a nigga will play you soft and surely try to take everything!

  So, when I felt the rob-vibes coming from him, I immediately acted! I could tell he was on some setup-type shit when he called me to let me know that he was ready for some more work. I didn’t even question him about the other money he owed me.

  “Okay, give me a couple of hours and I’ll be back with you. Want to come on to the A?”

  “I’m going to put you all the way in the game,” I said, hoping that his greed would take over.

  “Uh… nawl, I’d rather for you to do like you been doing. You know you’re straight in Columbia my nigga!” said Brad. He thought he was setting me up and all the time I’m setting him up! I already had a young nigga who be fronting and selling blow to ready to sell him out for bullshittin him! The youngster’s name was Ricardo. Brad had been selling the dude whipped up ass dope, which wasn’t coming back right. Fronting him the same bullshit and be expecting his money on time. He was stunting on Ricardo, in front of people trying to put some pimp shit down on Ricardo! I learned all this info through some pillow talk from another bitch named Shannon.

  I reached out to him through her. It’s amazing what an 8th of a key and a good strong plug could do! I kicked it with Ricardo at a strip club in Columbia, South Carolina. I let him know who I was. Brad’s plug! And if he started doing business with me that I would make him stronger than Brad! I would make him a star! Under one condition at that moment and that was to learn Brad’s movements and when is a good moment to catch him by himself.

  When I brought the proposition to the youngster, I saw a devilish gleam in his eyes and a sheisty smirk on his face. “That’s easy! I could do that!” Just like that, we were on Brad’s ass! A couple of days prior to my meeting with Brad to sell him some work. Ricardo had been cold trailing him, learning his basic routine and when he’s alone!

  So, the day before I called him, Brainhead, Lansky, and Mandigo were in town. Posted up incognito! Riding low key, retracing the routine, to see where we would kidnap him. The day I made the call to Brad it was early in the morning. I had Lansky and Mandigo on stake
out close to Brad’s house. Once I called him and told him I was ready he was on the move. Mandigo called me and told me they were on him and he was headed right in my direction towards his side chic’s crib. That was cool because she was gone to work.

  “Ay man, look like da nigga talking on the phone!” Said Mandigo.

  “Okay… keep ya eyes open! How far is he from us?”

  “He’s maybe about… 5 minutes away.” Said Mandigo.

  “Okay… stay on him,” I said as I ended the call. I grabbed my throwaway and called Brad. “Yo, hit me when you ready!” I said.

  “Okay, okay… umm… I’ll get back with you in 15 minutes,” said Brad.

  “No… make that 3 minutes I’m on the move Bru!” sounding as if I was in rush mode. “Aye, let me get back at you!” I said, interrupting Brad and hanging up. I wanted to time him just right. The element of surprise is very powerful. I was about 3 minutes late Brad was entering his side chic’s neighborhood and that’s when I called him. He didn’t answer the phone.

  At the same time, Mandigo was calling me. “Look like he on the phone!” Said Mandigo.

  I don’t know if he’s feeling something funny and is calling up reinforcements or what, but I’m ready! As he turned on the street which led to his side chic’s crib. I spotted another familiar car coming from the other end of the block. It was Brad’s cousin.

  He was in a red challenger and Brad was in a black one. We were on the side of the road acting as land surveyors. We were strategically placed. We were in a van with fake plates and fake business decals on the side of the van with work uniforms and hats. The van was parked out by the curb, in the road, in between the side-chick's crib and another house. Brainhead was on the other side of the driveway with a telescope-looking gadget. Looking through it as if he were actually surveying the land with his hard hat on. He looked professional. Me, I was at the van with the doors open.

  Brad was pulling in kind of hesitant like he was suspicious as if we were the feds, but he turned on in the driveway. That’s when I called him. He didn’t answer. He grabbed the phone and looked at it and exited the car.

  At that same time, his cousin pulled in. An unexpected catalyst to our plans but, we had a plan B in effect just in case this type of thing happened. It all happened so fast Brad nor his cousin knew what hit them! I chirped Brainhead from a walkie-talkie. “Ay watch my back, cover that nigga who just pulled up!” That’s all it took and Brainhead was drawing iron!

  “Don’t move nigga! Get the fuck out of the car!!” said Brainhead.

  “Oh Brad, you ain’t answering the phone!” I said at the same time with 2 guns discreetly pointed at Brad’s stomach trying not to draw attention from nosey neighbors. But we had already scoped it out, they’re mostly gone to work.

  “Damn Antonio, what’s up man?!” Asked Brad as I quickly approached.

  “This!” I answered as I shot him in the stomach with the taser gun and quickly cuffed him like the law!

  “Ay man! What the fu…” By now, I’m duck taping his mouth and toting him to the van and Brainhead was doing the same to Brad’s cousin after tasing him. We coming to see niggaz! We already had it understood to keep this shit quiet as possible. No blasting pistols unless necessary.

  That’s why I had Mandigo and Lansky playing the cold trailing position because they shoot quick as hell! They were just creepin by as we were stuffing Brad and his cousin in our fake work van.

  “Brainhead drive!” I said as I threw him the keys. I stayed in the back with our captives. I rolled Brad over and snatched the duct tape off his mouth. “Nigga! Where my money at?!” I said.

  “Damn, Antonio maan! You know I got you, I just been going through some shit!” Said Brad.

  I knew this was a lie because the young nigga Ricardo had already put me on to game. On how the nigga hustling up there. And to confirm that his cousin Kadia had begun to talk a lil too much on how the lame was balling…! With my shit! And owed me!

  Like that old Scarface saying… “Pay me my shit nigga! Pay me my shit!” That’s the vibe I was on! “Nigga!” I said before cocking the Desert Eagle. “Take me to my shiit nigga!!” Amping my voice up for extra effects.

  “Swear my nigga let me make some calls!” I swear I’ll get the cake up…” “Augh!” Screamed Brad’s cousin as I kicked him in his mouth.

  “Lying ass nigga!! Aye, gone head to G.A. Brainhead. Teach niggaz a lesson bout crossing me!”

  A couple of hours later, we’re out on the boat in a dark part of the Chattahoochee River. I grew up fishing up and down the Chattahoochee in which runs from Atlanta down through South West Georgia. The Chattahoochee has history and was made infamous in the early ’80s when 28 black children and a couple of adults came up missing and some of the victims were found dead in the river in Atlanta. Truth be told, ain’t no telling how many corpses have been dumped in the Chattahoochee River from Atlanta all the way to Columbus, Georgia or the West Point dam! 2 is about to be added.

  “Antonio talk to this young nigga… Please!” Hollered Brad.

  “Dump him again!” I said. We were dumping these dudes slowly head-first into the dark river. Then holding them underwater for about 30 seconds before bringing them up for air and questioning them about my money! Making them think that they may just live which was a lie! Had to make some examples every now and then. The chastisement for the game! The word will get out that they’ve come up missing and people will know not to be fucking with me and mine. “Umma ask you one more time nigga… where my shit?!”

  “COUGH COUGH CHOKE” Water was coming all out of Brad’s mouth, nose, and everywhere. “Antonio (cough)… (cough)…(choke) Please! Man, I got… fuck (choke) I don’t have all of it… my momma got…” Just as Brad was about to talk, I shot him in his stomach 3 times.

  “Dump him and cut the rope!” I had already put a 50 lb. bag of cement mix on his back and on his cousin’s back. It would be a while before they floated back to the surface. By then catfish, snakes, and all types of shit would be done eating them up and would be crawling all through their corpses! I wanted Brad to suffer a little going down to the bottom. That’s why I gave him the stomach shots. His cousin… I shot him in his head. After making sure they both sank we took off.

  Chapter 8

  (The Take Off!)

  The game had escalated for me; within the year that I had been out. I was moving, supplying, and distributing cocaine, heroin, and weed up and down the Eastern seaboard! From Virginia, The Carolinas, Georgia, Northern Florida. Then over to Alabama parts of Tennessee and some in Jackson Mississippi! Atlanta was my home and base of operations. My Amigo and his wife had me and my crew eating like some kings. When Anita told me a year prior that she would make me a multimillionaire she wasn’t lying. I was headed that way! As she had advised me to clean my money up. I got into some real estate and a trucking company called logistics.

  First one of my cousins from Alabama, Bay-Ski had got a couple of 18 wheelers in the late ’90s and was driving one of them. After getting his C.D.L. when he got out in 2003. He was later shot… murdered by a young nigga in 2009. So, I vowed to continue the business and keep his legacy going under a different name. “Deangelo’s Transportation” Except I wasn’t going to drive one. I would pay some people with C.D.L. licenses to do that! With all this product I’m getting from my plug, I need the trucks!

  I met this white boy in prison name Paul. He had a degree in logistics from Auburn University. By him knowing the warehousing logistic business I let him run the business but, I’m still hands-on! By now, I’m getting my dope by the pallets!! I’m learning the logistics business through Paul and on my own!

  A year ago, after having that talk with Anita in her limo, making me a “multi-millionaire” conversation made me move that work quick as fuck and made me stack my paper fast and high! I remembered what this Jamaican nigga told me in the Summer of 1991. At Kilby Correctional Facility Receiving.

  “If you g-wanna go back to de streets
and hustle, get midget money!” Said Jamaica as he raised his hands up to his waist, describing a midget height. “Mwoney stacked up to here literally!” And that’s what I was doing!

  I had a stash of a lil over 1.6 million dollars in cash! And shit had just started to pop good. I wasn’t buying shit hardly! I was still living in my condo downtown and at my girl's crib out in Lithonia and driving the Benz S550 and the Range Rover that Anita gave me. I did splurge on some rims and paint on my whips and stayed fresh to death and lil jewelry. I went to the clubs every now and then, but I wasn’t making it rain. I was taking it to the banks and stash houses!

  Family was mandatory! I moved my mother and both of my sisters into some nice houses in some nice neighborhoods. After the move with the 50 bricks, shit had got super turned up now! I got a team now and I’m the quarterback!

  I was like Jeezy said “Mr. Reeing up wit bout 2 phantoms yea that’s me okay.” I was going back to re-up with a whole mil-ticket. A whole million dollars cash! Except, I wasn’t sending it out there I was riding with it. In one of Anita’s special made minivans. I had one of my old school homegirls, Vita with me. Looking like me and my Auntie or mother are on a trip or something. The price had done went down to 10 a key.

  So, with the million I was copping a hundred of them and they were fronting a hundred for a milli! 200 bricks were going to be in my possession… Just like that! Anita even threw 5 bricks of high-grade heroin.

  “Try it out, Antonio! I think you a good enough businessman to move it. Take your time with it!” She wanted back $500,000 for it. By now Anita had done set up a couple of restaurants and farmer markets in Atlanta. So, I didn’t have to be worrying about getting the work back, etc. They had it loaded on 18 wheelers headed straight to the restaurants and farmer markets. I would go there in a 10-wheeler and load up! My distribution network had done grown limbs! I had to get a farm spot out in the country for some of my main captains, lieutenants, and customers to come to get the work! It wasn’t many only a chosen few.