by Corey Bryant
“K” D’Anthony texted his stepfather. The only thing on his mind now was how deep was the R.I.C.O investigation and how it would affect him. He looked at his sleeping beauty and thought that if he’s missed in this investigation he would chill and get out of the game.
Chapter 34
Houston, Texas
Federal Building
Since Garcia was back in Texas in federal lockup his family was visiting him except Renaldo. Anita had filled her husband in about everything that was happening. She would communicate with him using codes in case the place was bugged so that they wouldn’t know what they were talking about.
“They changed the new trial date again!” Said Garcia
“You can imagine why.” Said Anita.
They both understood the reason was that the government was trying their best to locate Carlos Desendez to no avail because they couldn’t find him. They guessed that he was south of the border in Mexico without their government’s help and they still couldn’t locate him.
The Mexican government was dragging its feet about finding Carlos. They had a few Federales that were trying to locate Mr. Desendez. Then, it seemed as if they could care less about a snitch. You could tell some of them were being paid off.
After 2 weeks of stalling, Garcia’s attorney put in a motion for the court to dismiss the case. The court didn’t rule on it, so he sat on the motion and had the decision in limbo. Garcia, actually wasn’t nervous about the situation, because the key witness against him wasn’t going to show up. Plus the other witnesses either recanted their stories and testimonies or were missing. He just laid back and continued being patient because he knew that Carlos would be murdered soon by his son and Antonio. Since he made a declaration of war there’s no showing up in court.
Oaxaco, Mexico
We had been cold trailing Carlos and his goons for the last 30 minutes until he went to the countryside to a ranch that was off 2 main roadways. Took a right off the highway and a left off the countryside highway and another deep left onto a long-ass dirt road. I was sure in my mind that we were being led into an ambush. But, to my surprise, it wasn’t we parked on the main road and walked down the dirt road. There were 9 of us in all. Fucking rap label owner and one of his rappers that’s famous are going to battle helping some cartel people.
“I’m sure there are cameras everywhere!” Said Renaldo.
“We’ve got to flush them out!” Said one of Renaldo’s shooters who spoke English.”
“You’re right!” Answered Renaldo.
Before any cameras could pick us up we spread out and slowly inched our way closer to the front of the house. Then, out of nowhere.
“Bwaaaa!” There was a shot and you could tell from the sound of the report that it was a big ass gun. Someone was hit and I didn’t know who it was. All I knew was how to pull the trigger on my rifle and aimed it into the darkness because I believed it was some sniper shit. One of Renaldo’s men had a grenade launcher and he busted that mufucka dead at the house through a front window causing a nice explosion.
“Kaboom!” A third of the front of the house was smoking in flames followed by six or seven different assault rifle bullets. Somebody was down and two of the Mexicans had grenade launchers. We were being met with great resistance to the point that we had to spread out wide and were close to being put in retreat mode.
But, thanks to the grenade launchers they were slowed down. We knew a few of them in the house were down because we heard screams of agony. The sniper was taken care of because I got him when I blasted off in the dark to our left. We knew there were at least 3 or 4 of them left unless there were some already at the house like the sniper in the dark.
Renaldo gave his grenade men the signal to blast off. “Kaboom!” Within seconds after Renaldo’s command, his amigos were yanking triggers back-to-back. “Kaboom, Kaboom!”
“Aaii!” Came a scream from the burning house. We crept to the burning house slowly. Taking cover behind a couple of jeeps and the black Suburban. Taking advantage of the smoke.
“Plow, plow, plow, plow!” shots echoed from the house and sprayed the Suburban. Nobody was hit and the return fire was reimbursed with quickness. As we approached the house, we noticed 2 men quickly retreating out the back door. All of us shot at them but we were too slow because they escaped and disappeared into the darkness. We really didn’t have time to look for Carlos Desendez, but we still took a chance looking at the 5 bodies scattered around the house. To our disappointment none of them was Carlos.
“That was him who escaped,” I said.
“You’re right!” Said Renaldo as we exited the house.
“Let’s check on Francisco, he got hit. Said one of Renaldo’s men.
I knew somebody got hit and I was glad it wasn’t me or mine. We got back to the body on the road. Renaldo and his men stood over him shaking their heads and making the sign of the crucifix over their chests.
“Let’s go!” Said Renaldo as we all trotted back to the truck we came in. All of us were quiet as we rode out thinking to ourselves
“How the fuck I get so deep in the game!” At the same time we’re probably thinking the same thought I was having the most and that was this snake slithered away again!”
Federal Courthouse
Atlanta, GA
Press Conference
“We are here today to announce that the U.S. government has a sealed 32 count indictment for residents of the city of Atlanta, GA and abroad. A few arrests have been made here in the city of Atlanta as well as Columbus, Savannah, and West Point Georgia!” Said the U.S. Attorney General for the Georgia region.
He had pictures flashing on a big computer screen as he held his conference.
“We have arrests to be made in other states including our neighbors in Louisiana. More arrests are expected to be made in other states connected to the said indictment.”
“Mr. Redding!” No disrespect but you haven’t told us what these indictments and arrests are for.” Asked a reporter as everyone kind of laughed.
“Oh, I’m sorry I got carried away. This is a widespread R.I.C.O indictment among other things.” The government didn’t want to put it all out there to the press, because that may put other possible suspects on notice. Besides, they haven’t caught up with the main players in this drug ring.
A week after
Raid in Mexico
That night in Mexico after missing Carlos we made our way back to the safehouse. The next morning, we made our way back to Dallas, Texas. I learned the feds had a R.I.C.O indictment for me along with some more shit. They didn’t have anything on Anita and Renaldo which was good, because Garcia was about to get out through the court system. Good news for my partner and bad news for me! Like Bun-be said, “One day you’re here and the next day you're gone.” Looks like when he comes out, I’ll be going in. Fuck that, whatever was about to happen they were going to have to catch me. That was my frame of mind at this point and I was wondering where the R.I.C.O charges came in.
Before they get me, I’ve got scores to settle before or if they get me. I have got to catch up with this bitch Jon-Jon. I felt like he played me and I needed to get to a couple of my stash houses to get my money.
We parted ways with Anita and Renaldo then made our way to Atlanta. I couldn’t go home because the feds have been there. I couldn’t go to my mother’s or any family member’s house. So, I went to one of my fire duck offs out in Dunwoody, GA.
Brainhead couldn’t go to any of his or his family member’s houses. So, he went to his girl’s crib where her mother also stayed who didn’t like Brainhead period. He knew that she didn’t like him but didn’t think she disliked him to the extent that she would call the police but that’s what she did.
After an argument that took place between her, Brainhead, and her daughter. It was normal for Brainhead and his girl’s mother to get into an argument. Her mother was always getting into their business over petty stuff and she would go off by telling him that thi
s was her daughter’s house.
He would say “Who do you think pays these bills.? Who buys the groceries in this bitch? Who cush you’re smoking, etc..”
So, they were going back and forth about some cereal or something and the mother went right on and called the police while Brainhead was talking shit to his girlfriend. Something was telling him to leave so he grabbed his car keys and left. While he was driving he ran up on this dude named Andrew who fucks with his girl’s sister. He pulled over and picked Andrew up and drove around telling him what just happened.
While he was talking to Andrew, he noticed Andrew was on the phone.
“Who you talking to?” Asked Brainhead stopping the story he was telling. When Andrew stuttered for a minute and told him he was talking to his girl’s sister. Brainhead quickly figured out that Andrew was telling them where they were.
“Fuck nigga, you was telling them where I was.” Before Andrew could answer Brainhead was beating him in the head with a chrome .45 and didn’t stop even when the police came. They almost had to shoot him to stop him from hitting Andrew and that’s how Brainhead was captured.
Mandingo was captured when he was trying to sneak and holler at his kids and baby mama in the Bowen Homes. Lansky was captured and killed when he was in a shootout against some dudes who they made turn something in. They had caught him by himself on East Boulevard down past Grady’s Memorial Hospital in the middle of traffic.
Lansky had left his car in traffic and was running in broad daylight with an AR-15 assault rifle shooting at his rivals. When the police pulled up he let off a volley of shots at them too. Unsuccessful in his getaway Lansky held court in the streets and shot it out with the police like on TV. He ended two of their lives and they ended his.
With that taking place and finding out that he was wanted by the feds for a R.I.C.O indictment that made them intensify their search for Mr. Brainhead, Chi-Chi, Sonny, and Lamont. I found out my son ducked the indictment and I made sure I checked on my young wolves that were locked up in Miami because they saved my life. At first, they were speaking on a bond then they took it away, so I figured the feds had a hold on them.
I got with some chics and gave them a hundred and fifty thousand in cash money apiece and directed them to hire the best attorneys in Miami to rep my lil partners. If they haven’t snitched that is and I’ll find that out when the lawyers sign up to rep them. I’ve found out the feds raided my numbers spots, sports bar, bookies, writers, and so on.
With their raids, they’re taking houses, property, money, and cars. They’re running up on a lot of my money that I hadn’t collected or had a lot of people sitting on. They’re running up on pallets of dope at my warehousing-logistics spots. Posing with that shit when they got Paul at my main warehouse hub for distributing and supplying. I heard they got 100 keys of heroin and 200 keys of cocaine.
My warehouse in Hurtsboro, Alabama they confiscated $20 million dollars in cash which they found in big cans of baked beans plus 150 kilos of cocaine. Pictures on the news and newspapers of money and cocaine. Also, they ran up on a couple of 100-pound bales of marijuana. Anywhere my name was on a business as the owner the feds raided. They even went to my cousin's modeling agency because my name was on the paperwork as a co-owner and out of that raid they came up with some of my money. A lot of it. Remember, my cousin Bam-Bam in Jacksonville was collecting a lot of my weed money which in turn comes from my distribution/supply operation running out of Holatee Trail which distributes anywhere from 20-30,000 lbs. weekly.
So, if I don’t go get it but once a month minus what she’s getting paid and funnel it through her business. She’s sitting on 40-$320,000 in that range. They didn’t go to her salon and nail spots because my name wasn’t on it. Yet they arrested her for conspiracy to aid and abet a R.I.C.O organization.
They hit my sports agency and arrested my agents. The feds even arrested some of my star clients who were ratting on me and some of my athletes. Even the college boys are being implicated with the exception of my plug. Everybody who was doing direct business with me or for me legally was being arrested and squeezed.
As for the dope side, they were rounding muthafuckas up left and right. In Atlanta, Virginia, The Carolinas, all kinds of places. I found out what got the folks on my trail. The violence which escalated in the city was what put the icing on the cake., but some niggaz caught them late-night cases. What we haven’t heard about had started working with the folks who in turn was dealing with people under my lieutenants. All this stuff had started happening around the same time. Some dudes out of Pensacola, FL got busted with a lot of synthetic marijuana and agreed to start working for the government.
We don’t even deal in that fake shit, but he told the feds that not only would he get his synthetic plug. He knows some high rollers over in Georgia he would get. He told them about the high rollers, the plug on his coke and loud were members of a drug gang called R.I.C.O the record label, guys.
The feds made some calls and found out we were on the fed's radar already. When he came to shop with the people under my lieutenants he was wired up and his phone was tapped. So, when he did that it started a ripple effect. He had been working a couple of months and all those buys were adding up. He wanted something bigger than what his plug could sell him. That’s when his plug called my lieutenant and my lieutenant called me. Now there’s surveillance on a lot of phones with Kadia’s help.
Now, the feds got her to set up who was husting for her cousin Brad. When they got him he folded and started telling the feds about how Brad and his cousin are missing. He told how I paid him and that he was buying and getting fronted cocaine, heroin, and weed by me. I learned of all this through Anita and she learned all of this through their inside source in the FBI.
With everything that was going on Anita still had my back. She knew that I was smart enough to not lead the people to her. I text my mother through a throwaway phone I gave her a while back. This phone was for times like now. I told her that I loved her and gave her addresses to spots that I had duffel bags and suitcases full of money. I went to some of my main spots and got a lot of money.
I had a few safety deposit boxes in alias names in which I went and got some money, fake passports, credit & debit cards. Packed a few clothing items and placed them in the undercover Taurus and me and one of my side chics pulled out.
They had let my girl Tanya out on an ankle bracelet. They didn’t have anything on her for real. I text her on one of us in case of emergency throwaways. She let me know that she was okay and how they froze our accounts, but she would make it. I told her about a spot I had in Alabama in a place called Beauregard outside of Opelika. I told her where the money was located and that she could have it if she split it with my daughter.
The last time I counted that money it was a little over 10 million dollars and there was some loud, weed and cocaine there. I told her to leave the work and we'll figure out what to do with that later. After I handled that I had a score to settle and that was with Big-Lo and Jon-Jon.
Chapter 35
After their meeting in New York Jon-Jon and Big Lo separated. Big Lo headed back south to Atlanta. Jon-Jon kept doing shows with no care in the world. Besides, his new album had just dropped, and he had to promote his album by traveling around on tour.
Even though he hadn’t heard of Antonio being captured by the feds. He felt like Antonio wasn’t crazy enough to try and make a move on him because he found out that Jon-Jon was working with Big Lo to have him erased.
He heard about Brainhead’s arrest and said out loud.
“Damn, why couldn't I get him before the feds did?” Oh well, he thought to himself. He felt bad about the twins and Kabo. They rolled with him from day one. Nonetheless, he still had an entourage out of Texas with him watching his back in every city and every state that he toured. He felt as if he was being watched and that someone in the crowd was down with Antonio and his R.I.C.O organization. He knew how far Antonio’s words went and how deep they
were. They didn’t get everybody.
Stone Mountain, GA
11:45 AM
A semi-drought was going on and a few renegades still put work out on a smaller scale with lower quality and bigger prices. Big Lo out of New York was doing the most. He pretty much had the streets on lockdown and had the game in a chokehold.
He felt like he was in the clear from any of the bullshit that was going on. How wrong he was and he was soon to find out. Big Lo’s specialty was tricking off with some strippers just like his late nephew Faygo.
Antonio had snuck around and got to his Haitian partner who was from Opa-Locka, North Miami. He put his fine Haitian cousin on the lick with one of her fine Jamaican partners. For the money Antonio was paying they would’ve set Jesus up. They caught him on one of those magic city Mondays by double-teaming him with lap dances while dropping Molly’s in his drink at the same time.
One made a suggestion of leaving the club with him and the other was telling him how good they would fuck and suck him and that did it. The fool took them to his mansion in Stone Mountain to do some freaking and have a menage et trois.
While they were freaking Big Lo in the jacuzzi, Antonio was already in the house with them. Before they went to the jacuzzi Lo didn’t know the Haitian girl was already hipping her cousin to the layout of the house and that the cousin was hipping Antonio.
Antonio brought one of his nephews because he knew how to disable alarms and perform break-ins. His nephew went by the name of Yung Shoota! He was game to do dirt with his uncle. Antonio never put him into the game, because he felt he wasn’t ready. Instead, he let him in the studio but didn’t ever give him the push he needed because he was so busy. His nephew was trigger happy so he was down for work like this.
Anyway, Antonio waited good until they had Big Lo in ecstasy in the jacuzzi before he popped up on them. All of a sudden, all freaking stopped and the strippers jumped out the jacuzzi pronto. They headed out and wiped down everything they had touched.