R.I.C.O Volume 1

by Corey Bryant

  Prologue to a Showdown

  Carlos and his goons had parked their Escalade around the corner from the condos where Renaldo, Conswela, and the black man were at. They were on foot dressed in black strapped with four assault rifles and ski masks on their head.

  “Hey Amigos get ready!” Whispered Carlos as he pulled his ski mask over his face and his team followed suit. What Carlos didn’t know was that Renaldo owned these condos. Had secret cameras installed all over within a block radius and the main monitor was in the condo where they met Renaldo.

  “That’s them!” Said Antonio as they zoomed the camera on a black Escalade with four Latin men getting out with rifles.

  “Those are the same assholes who almost rear-ended me not far from the hotel! Holy shit! That’s Carlos!” Said Renaldo realizing how close he was to death at the red light. He grabbed his phone and hit speed dial “Cua’n lejos stas de” ‘How far is you from here?!”

  “About two blocks!” Answered the man from the other phone.

  “Hurry! Carlos and 3 men are closing in on foot dressed in black and driving a black Escalade!”

  “We’re on it!” Answered the sicario.

  Renaldo got off the phone and gave Antonio a Black AK-47 and A44-Desert Eagle. Renaldo grabbed the same choice of weapons and led Antonio down a secret passage. Through the closet which led down to a secret door and exit on the ground level of the condos. Renaldo had the whole video layout downloaded on his phone, so he knew exactly where Carlos and his goons were. They were headed in the direction of the condo that they had just left with ski masks on their faces. Renaldo and Antonio crouched down and tried to ease up on them when the last goon spotted them out of his peripheral vision. However, before he could react Antonio had already raised up and put one in his head. PLOW!! That shot set off a stream of events all at once.

  Agent Testado had followed Conswela and Antonio to a nice neighborhood to some condos. He circled the parking lot a couple of times to see where a good place would be to set up surveillance. As he was pulling out of the parking lot, he noticed a Black 4-door Porsche pulling in.

  “Nice car!” Said Agent Testado as the Porsche passed him and then it hit him. “Renaldo!” He recognized Garcia’s son from the pictures the agency had sent him. Not wanting to seem too obvious Agent Testado pulled out of the complex as if he was heading on his way. About 30 seconds out of the complex he passed a black Escalade as he was cruising looking for a way to pass back through the condos and set up surveillance. He called his colleagues through his radio and told them the address where the subjects were located. He took a side street and circled back to the condos. As he was coming back through the parking lot, he noticed the same black Escalade cruising out of the parking lot as if they were lost or watching somebody.

  “Hmm… strange. They could be lost, or… could be stalking!” The police in him made him very nosey and observant. Then he thought about the intel he had so far. “Could be Carlos or cartel security.” He said to himself.

  Agent Testado cruised back through the lot in hopes of finding a parking space while looking back towards the condos at the same time. He pulled out and drove slowly up the road about half a block away from the condos. He noticed on a side street to his left that four men were moving slowly yet quietly, cat-like, trying to sneak up on someone.

  Agent Testado backed up and slowly drove down the side street. Not wanting to drive into an ambush he called for a little backup. Due to suspicious activity happening in the vicinity of an ongoing federal investigation. Within 2 minutes of seeing the suspicious-looking men, a loud shot went off PLOW!!!

  “Oh shit!” Said Agent Testado as he fumbled with his walkie-talkie. “Shots fired! Shots fired!” He screamed as he sped through the neighborhood heading back to the condos.

  After Antonio dome checked the masked man, he quickly aimed the chopstick in the direction of the other 3 men and let off a volley of shots. FPLOW-FPLOW-FPLOW-FPLOW-FPLOW-FPLOW!! Downing another one before taking cover from return fire. PLOW-PLOW-PLOW-PLOW-PLOW-PLOW!!

  “They’re on the move!” Screamed Renaldo, as the return fire stopped, and the other 2 masked men took off running around the condos heading back out toward the parking lot.

  “There they go!” Said Antonio as they spotted the 2 men coming from around an apartment and ducked down running towards the parking lot. They had the goons at an angle, and they quickly let off about 8 shots apiece spraying parked cars and all! Trying to kill whoever it is. Taking cover behind cars and running at the same time, the 2 remaining men from the hit squad were almost pinned down by Renaldo’s reinforcements, who were pulling up in a Black Hummer. They knew it had to be someone from Renaldo’s crew or the police because they didn’t have any backup. So, when the Hummer pulled up fast and threatening. The retreating shooters immediately aimed their rifles at the Hummer and commenced dumping at it. PLOW-PLOW-PLOW-PLOW-PLOW-PLOW!!

  One of Renaldo’s men in the Hummer caught one to the head, but the other 3 returned fire after regrouping. By then they had retreated to some thin woods which led to a group of houses on the street, bustin shots back at the crew in the Hummer at the same time. They made their way to the Escalade which was a couple of streets over.

  As Agent Testado sped back to the condos in the direction he heard the gunfire erupt he knew what was going on. Carlos Desendez was in that black Escalade and had tracked down Renaldo or followed him to the condos and was trying to settle the score he had with the Abregados. Which was about the killing of his son Carlos Jr. Agent Testado was coming from the opposite street that he had left leaving the condos. That’s the street that the Hummer with Renaldo goons came from. As he approached, he was met with heavy gunfire from Renaldo’s people.

  “Shiit!” Screamed Agent Testado reaching for his gun and returning fire. “Officer under heavy gunfire! I repeat, Officer under heavy gunfire!” Screamed Agent Testado into his walkie-talkie.

  “We are on our way!” Said the agent on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

  Part 3

  When It Get Gangsta!!

  “When it get gaangstaa! Mufuckas gone ride or die!”

  Zero/Geto-Boys Da Foundation 2005

  Chapter 22

  “That was the fuckin feds!” Screamed Renaldo as they sat at the round table of one of his safehouses. His mother Anita, Aunt Conswela, and Antonio were there with him.

  “I know them unmarked cars!” Said Renaldo. Renaldo was referring to Agent Testado as he pulled back up to the condos. His men opened fire on Agent Testado due to the speed and urgency that he induced on arrival. Either you’re the enemy or the law!

  Once Antonio and Renaldo recognized the police they retreated to the condos, got Conswela, and took the secret passage that led 2 blocks over to a mini-mansion that Renaldo owned. Once they left, within minutes, the whole area was flooded with feds, police, ambulances, and detectives.

  “Antonio, we need to get you back to Atlanta!” Said Anita. “It might not be safe to take a plane from Texas. We need to get you back by car. Just in case.”

  “No doubt!” Said Antonio, Anita made a phone call and within minutes Antonio was being picked up by 2 Mexican women in an all-Black Cadillac XTS.

  Chapter 23

  1 Year Later

  Riding around Atlanta, Georgia in my all-white Maserati Quatro Porte and thinking about the shit that’s been going on in these streets. The industry side of my life is all about the check with me! I’m not an industry nigga so to speak. Meaning I got more serious shit going on in my life within my circle. The first couple of days I got back in Atlanta the fucking Johnnie Law was hanging around my studio and office – Headquarters, for my music label.

  They wanted to question Brainhead about some nigga who came up missing. The only thing they had was some blood at the house they were missing from. Plus, the fact they were already looking for Brainhead due to the warrant Santisha (Cee’s girl) had signed on him about the shooting situation and a funky-ass text Brainhead sent
me about somebody going fishing in the Chattahoochee River.

  They questioned me, and I told them “Call my lawyer!” Long story short. They questioned me and Brainhead about the situation in the presence of our lawyers. Arrested Brainhead about shooting into an occupied vehicle, Santisha’s warrant. That case eventually got dropped. They never found Cee’s or Santisha’s body so that was a cold case.

  And last, but not least the Feds were questioning me about ties to the cartel which is operating out of Texas. Ties to Anita Abregado family shootings and killings of some Mexican cartel snitch’s son in Mexico. The shooting of a couple of Guatemalans in Dallas and the attempted murder of a federal agent named Testado or something.

  I knew nothing about it… at least that’s what my attorney told them. “If my client isn’t under arrest, may we leave now?!”

  One of the agents, said something about some texts to Brainhead from me talking about a situation in Texas. Texts and calls from supposedly my phone to Renaldo Abregado’s phone talking about some guns! They had nothing to really hold me on it seems, so they let me go. I made the headlines “Rap Label CEO/ Owner Questioned by the Feds”. And all that type of shit. “Bossman and leader of suspected drug gang walks.” That had the Feds hot as a hooker who would fuck on credit!

  “Hey, Mr. Deangelo! It’s not over!” Said one of the agents.

  “Yea… right!” I said as I hopped into a stretch Cadillac with my lawyer looking like we were heading to a funeral! The Feds down in Texas had questioned Renaldo, but he came out clean… for now. He told me the Feds were looking for Carlos Desendez because he was spotted the night of the shooting in that area by an Agent Testado. We knew the heat was on, but we kept on Rockin!

  Got new phones and were moving plenty of cocaine, heroin, and marijuana. My organization was game-tight on my end! All my partners and people who dealt with or under them were eatin!! Riding foreign cars and living in nice big houses! Living lavishly on dope money bred envy so we had a lot of enemies. Just as soon as 1 or a group of them let it be known and jump fly with us we jump time with them and straight wreck shop! Murder, kidnap, extort, make them leave town, or make them join the bird gang! Not baby’s bird gang, but literally real birds! Way up there! Like one of my OG’s from Opelika, Alabama used to say! On the industry side of my life, we were eating like Pac-Man!

  My partner and flagship artist Brainhead was dropping CDs and mixtapes back-to-back! Doing shows all over the U.S. and overseas. The group ATL cartel was hot at the time with 2 new CD’S and touring. My R&B guy was doing big numbers rockin them women to sleep doing vocals and hooks for my artists and others.

  But the one who was doing astronomical numbers and was quickly famous out of nowhere was the Drake-looking nigga from Houston Texas. He always had these lil twins with him, twin sisters! Every time I see them that future song come into mind… “Twin sisters”. I wanted to fuck both of them, but the one who was a lil thicker and I could tell was probably the oldest. That’s the one!

  I catch some helluva vibes from these two though! Some fuck vibes, but also some dangerous death vibes!! Anyway, the nigga Jon-Jon could get on all levels with that Houston, Texas swag. He can get emotional with these bitches. He could talk that playa shit. He could definitely get gangsta-gutta wit it! Flashy fly ladies man, yet I’m bout that street shit! Robbery-murda, I take hits and flip bricks shit!

  He was doing big stages! Madison Square Garden shit. My lil nigga Brainhead still didn’t vibe with him! It wasn’t hater shit, Brainhead didn’t like him from the jump! He always said it was something about that nigga. I wasn’t doubting my lil brother because we been in the trenches together. He got an official stamp of approval from me a long time ago!

  I told him, I feel some shit from him and them lil hoes also. “I’ll keep an eye on him,” I said to Brainhead. As I was whippin my Maserati into the parking lot of my record label. I see Jon-Jon and his entourage gathered around a Black Lamborghini. A couple of them niggaz did have a shiesty look on their faces. Along with one of them twin hoes when I pulled up on them. Jon-Jon was smiling, but it seemed as if there’s something sinister behind the smile.

  “What it do my nigga?!” I said to Jon-Jon as I was getting out of my car adjusting my Glock .40 with the woodgrain grip on it. It was almost visible! I wanted these niggas to know that I was strapped just in case they were the enemy… also a test! When a person does shit like that in the company of likewise minds you will surely get a subtle response.

  Just as I thought! Two of them dudes with Jon-Jon were almost clutching but one of the evil twins had snatched and almost upped on me! She kept it behind her back though!

  “Damn!” I’m thinking to myself, “What’s really going on with Jon-Jon and his crew! I approached Jon-Jon and dap him up.

  “Already! Wut it do Boss Man!” Said Jon-Jon.

  “Koolin my nigga! I like this Lambo!” I said as I walked up to one of the twins who was standing kind of on the side of Jon-Jon. “This you playa?” I said, sly way talking about the twin as if I was talking about the Lambo. Looking her lil sexy ass up and down as she was posing with her left hand on her hip with an “Oh yeah?” smirk on her face, “She looks fast and dangerous!” I said nodding my head towards the car yet my eye still on twin.

  “Yea! She might be… If you ain’t careful!” Said the other Twin. The one I peeped snatching her pistol on sly when I approached.

  ‘I wonder what’s her agenda???’ I said to myself, as I smiled at her. She smiled back! “Yea that’s me, Boss Man! Just copped it. You like it?” Said Jon-Jon trying to calm the lil tension that is in the air.

  “Hell yea I like it! I need to take it on a long ride one day!” I said looking at the thicker twin.

  “Yea… me too!” Said, twin. The thicker one was looking over her Fendi sunglasses at me.

  “Shiit, maybe you and I can take it on a spin together!” I said with daring eyes staring into big twin’s eyes.

  “She don’t travel with strangers by herself.” Said the lil twin.

  “You can ride too! You heard that song by Future, “Twin Sisters?” I said as I was walking off.

  “Yea! Do you remember the video?” Said lil twin. Referring to the twins in the video setting up a lick.

  “Yea! Damn baby! Is it like that?!” I said as I turned around smiling at her comment.

  At that moment I noticed Jon-Jon kind of shushing her by shaking his head in disapproval. With that lil twin turned back around to their entourage. Before I turned around, I noticed big twin still peeping with lust in her eyes and I grabbed a handful of my dick and subtly shook it at her, and walked off towards my office. “They definitely can stand a watching,” I said to myself as I entered my building.

  Chapter 24

  “This lil stupid bitch bout to pull the nigga coat-tail to what’s really going on!” Said Jon-Jon, referring to lil twin’s behavior in their last encounter with Antonio.

  “That nigga trying to fuck! He ain’t caught on to shit!” Said lil Twin.

  “Don’t underestimate that nigga! He done been through all types of shit!” Said Big-Lo, Faygo’s uncle who is paying Jon-Jon for the hit on Antonio and Brainhead.

  “Dat’s what I’m saying, we can touch the nigga through Big Twin! He trying to fuck her!” Said Jon-Jon as he paced back and forth on the balcony of his new downtown condo. Big Twin kind of got a little squirmish off the comment as she sipped on her Hennessy.

  “What? Why everybody looking at me? I ain’t bout to fuck that nigga!”

  “Bitch please!” Said lil twin. “It’s written all over yo face! You my twin, I know you.”

  “Nawl you must want to fuck him?!” Said, big twin.

  “Yeah! To blow his brains out, get this money and back to Texas!” Said, lil Twin.

  “Look both of y’all can fuck and suck that nigga as long as you dead his ass! Yah hear me?!” Said Big Lo in his New York accent!

  “It’s been a year! What, I got to do it myself?” Said Big Lo as
he left out the door.

  “I should’ve smoked that nigga in the parking lot that day! Said lil twin.

  “Nawl too many cameras! It’s all about getting away with it!” Said Jon-Jon.

  “Aw fuck! You act like you done gone soft!” Said, lil twin.

  “What the fuck you mean?! I’m a star now! Bitch you think I’m trying to get fucked up?!” Said Jon-Jon.

  “Look!” Said big twin, “I’ll set it up!” Calming tension in the air between Jon-Jon and her twin. I’ll find a way to get him isolated somewhere. Then we can handle our business, and nobody won’t know a thing! They won’t have a clue as to who knocked him off!”

  “Okay, hot-momma! Don’t get all tender pussy on me and fall in love! Remember the mission!” Said, lil twin.

  “Matter of fact I’m going with you!!”

  “No the fuck you not!” Said, big twin.

  “Hold it! Hold it! We going to sit down and plan this shit! We’re going to get a strategy to get him and that nigga Brainhead.” Said Jon-Jon.

  Truth be told, Jon-Jon had got rich rappin on Antonio’s label. When he was supposed to be there to knock them off! Once his stardom took off so fast Jon-Jon had almost forgotten about why he was in Atlanta!! He had made a selfish move with the rap thing so to speak. At the same time, it worked out for the better! He was living his dream by default.

  In Huatulco, Mexico 9:00 pm Carlos Desendez had been incognito a whole year after the failed hit on Renaldo. The Feds had been looking for him, but he managed to avoid being caught by going deep into Mexico. He wasn’t a hell of a factor even though he was back to getting money. So, the Mexican government and the Federales weren’t really sweating him and they can be bought! He was down in Oaxaca getting his hands on some ice and marijuana through one of his son’s friends. He slowly created a drug distribution network and mini cartel within the year he had left the witness protection. He had spots in Austin, Houston, and Arizona where distributors & suppliers did their thang.