R.I.C.O Volume 1

Home > Other > R.I.C.O Volume 1 > Page 18
R.I.C.O Volume 1 Page 18

by Corey Bryant


  Big Lo was surprised. “What the fuck?” Said Big Lo when the girls left him naked in the jacuzzi staring down a .44 Bulldog revolver in Antonio’s hand and a .38 Special in Yung Shoota’s hand.

  “What do you want from me Antonio, you into robbing now?” Let me get to my safe and I will give you everything in it. It’s about $7.5 million and you can have it all just let me live.

  Antonio was there to kill him but what the hell he might as well get the money and split it with his nephew who in turn had a smile on his face thinking about the money.

  “Let’s go get it!” Said Antonio throwing Big Lo a towel and his robe. They followed behind Big Lo as he walked up the stairs to the bedroom where the safe was located. He loaded all the money in a big duffel bag and gave it to Antonio.

  “Here man, I understand the feds are after you and you’re probably kind of despe….”

  “Boom!” echoed the .44 Bulldog Antonio was holding as he interrupted Big Lo by shooting him in his knee.

  “Aaargh, I thought you were gonna let me live? Screamed Big Lo as he writhed in pain holding his knee.

  “Bitch ass nigga you didn’t want me to live, you or Jon-Jon!” Said Antonio and with that being said Big Lo knew he wasn’t going to live because he had been found out.

  “Man, ma- man I don’t know what you talking about B!” Screamed Big Lo looking like the dude on 4 brothers. The one Victor Sweet made eat the french fries off the floor.

  This time Yung Shoota shot him in the shoulder causing him to turn over. Antonio looked at his nephew and nodded giving him the green light.

  “Hold up, Antonio!” Screamed Lo but it was too late young Shoota was putting 5 bullets into his head.

  Chapter 36

  Houston, Texas

  3 days later

  10:00 am

  Federal Courthouse

  Garcia Abregado was about to go back in front of a federal judge to get a reversal and remand for a new trial. He was prepared mentally for whatever.

  “All rise!” Said the bailiff as the judge came out of his chambers and took his place on the bench. He went through a few documents for effect.

  “You all may be seated! What I have before me now is case number 97-04762 appeal number Sd-737-048 in the southern district of Texas. In the case of the United States government vs Garcia Abregado, I see that this has been an ongoing appeal on your behalf Mr. Abregado and you have been successful in winning a new trial. I also see that the defense has put in a motion for the case to be dismissed.”

  “That’s true, your honor!” Said Garcia’s attorney.

  The government’s attorney was whipped and you could see it on his face. He wanted to say something but his written objection had already been denied and he no longer had a star witness or any witnesses for that matter. The few witnesses that were left recanted their testimonies.

  “I see, I’ve already denied the government’s objection and therefore I see no use in still holding this man. The defendant’s motion to dismiss case number 97-047-62 is granted. Court is adjourned, you are free to leave Mr. Abregado.” Said the judge as he banged his gavel.

  Just like that Garcia Abregado got his life sentence reversed by the judge so he walked out of the courtroom into the arms of his wife Anita who was in tears as a free man.

  I was hot on Jon-Jon’s trail and I didn’t know if he was aware of Big Lo’s demise. Whether he was or wasn’t he was about to meet his demise. I was aware of Jon-Jon’s whereabouts by following his tour dates.

  Also, I had put a couple of gangstas on his trail. Right now, he was in Tennessee not far from me. I had some childhood friends that had relocated to Tennessee that was getting work from me exclusively without the middleman, so they were clear of the indictment.

  Plus, there were some stone-cold killers that were located in Nashville that followed Jon-Jon to Memphis. Once I arrived in Memphis, I checked into a low-budget hotel. Well, my side piece did, and I laid low. My partners were at the venue where Jon-Jon held his concert just chilling and waiting.

  Jon-Jon’s Concert

  “Sippin on some sizzurp, sip, sip, sippin on some, sippin on some sizzurp.”

  “Ya’ll ready to pour up in this mutherfucka!” hollered Jon-Jon as three-six mafia and U.G.K.’s classic boomed out of the speakers.

  “Guess who I got wit me in this bitch? Screamed Jon-Jon as the Three-Six Mafia walked on the stage. The crowd went wild for their hometown heroes. All of them had baby bottles full of drank, a purple syrup.

  “Um trill working the wheel a pimp not a simp. Keep the dope fiends higher than a Goodyear blimp!” Jon-Jon was rapping pimp c’s part of the song.

  He had already been smoking cush, popping mollies and now he was drinking promethazine. He was good and high so he didn’t know if he was just being paranoid when he noticed two cat-eyed niggaz backstage staring him down. The younger of the two was bobbing his head and the older one wasn’t.

  My two homeys were brothers and they had eyes like a tiger or bobcat. The oldest one named Trent was brown-skinned and the younger one Terry was a reddish-orange nigga with almost sandy hair and a big cut on his left jaw. They looked menacing and up to no good to Jon-Jon.

  My partner Trent worked at the center so it was easy to keep backstage passes.

  Jon-Jon looked back towards the audience to kind of play his spookiness off. Was he definitely spooked or was it the drugs?

  “Naw!” He thought to himself because of the line of work he was in he knew when he was in possible danger. In the crowd, he spotted two dread head niggaz bobbin their heads and one of them was making trigger signs with his fingers.

  “Fuck!” Thought Jon-Jon to himself as he hurried through a verse and looked backstage at the spot where he’d seen the two cat-eyed brothers and they were gone. Quickly, Jon-Jon eased offstage and searched backstage frantically for his team.

  Little did he know but all of his entourage were outside in a van. Trent got six big dudes that he knew and two of them were white. To go backstage with some fake FBI badges, bulletproof vests, and jackets with FBI emblems on them in bright yellow to confront Jon-Jon’s whole entourage without any resistance. They quietly led them out back to a van then handcuffed and shackled them.

  As Jon-Jon was searching for his crew, he ran into this light-skinned policeman. Well, at least that’s what he was supposed to be.

  “Yo, Jon-Jon wusup bro!”

  “Hey, man wusup bro!? Answered Jon-Jon. “I’m looking for my entourage and security.”

  “Damn bro, I believe the feds got them!” Answered the cop.

  “The feds?” Screamed Jon-Jon.

  “Yea!” They took them outback. Look bro I’m a big fan of yours and I don’t want to see you get locked up.”

  “Locked up, I ain’t did shit! Said Jon-Jon.

  “Look, follow me and I’ll cover for you. I’ll sneak you out of the other exit which leads to the front.” Said the cop as he crossed the lobby and opened a door that led to a long hallway

  “What about my tour bus?”

  “Fuck your tour bus right now homey. Follow me.”

  Jon-Jon was hesitant for a second but thought like fuck it the police and my fan was helping me getaway. He ran down the hall with the policeman/fan and took a sharp left and there was a bright shiny red exit sign. Showing the way out and the cop ran through first. He motioned for Jon-Jon to hold up for a second, then he looked left and right to check if the coast was clear. Then he looked right and nodded his head like the coast was clear but really, it wasn’t. At least not for what Jon-Jon was thinking and he found that out quickly.

  When he exited the door a black bag was placed over Jon-Jon’s head and he was kneed in the nuts at the same time making him fall to the asphalt. His hands were quickly cuffed and he was thrown into the back seat of a soccer mom’s van.

  Once Trent and his brother pulled off the fake officer walked back inside the building as if nothing happened.

  My partners hit me up in a text. �
��Mission Complete!”

  I hit back and told them where I was and 20 minutes later they were pulling up in a regular van. I had already had my side piece chic get another room at a better hotel and got her to drop me off. Not without removing my loot, I left her a little something in a small cosmetic bag I left on purpose. It was about $30 thousand dollars because after I handled my business with Jon-Jon I’m going on the lam(on the run).

  I got in the van with Trent, his brother, and a knocked-out Jon-Jon.

  “Y’all got a spot!” I asked

  “Yea!” Said Trent and pulled off. After riding for 20 or more minutes we ended up in a rural area called Munford. Wasting no time I snatched the punk-ass nigga by his ankles and yanked him out of the van. He bumped his head against the tailgate and that woke him up.

  “God damn, man!” Said Jon-Jon.

  I snatched the bag off of Jon-Jon’s head and when he gained focus and realized it was me. His eyes started blinking rapidly like he couldn’t believe his eyes.

  “Yes, it’s me nigga!” I said as I pulled out the .44 Bulldog.

  “Hold up, boss man! What’s the deal? Where is all the plex coming from? Um yo best artist nigga!"

  “Bitch ass nigga you the deal!” I said and kicked him in the mouth. “You didn’t think I was gone find out nigga?” “You are working for Big Lo to knock me off. That fat ass nigga dead if you didn’t know and you done got rich off me!”

  “Bru, I promise that I wasn’t going through with it. I was going to hip you..”

  “Boom, boom, boom!” barked my .44 Bulldog interrupting Jon-Jon. All 3 shots went to the head.

  “Let’s roll!” Said Trent and we hopped in the van and left Jon-Jon there to rot.

  Chapter 37

  “Famous rapper Jon-Jon was found dead in a rural area in Memphis, Tennessee. He was shot multiple times in the head. It seems as if trouble has been following the rapper.

  A couple of weeks ago members of the rapper’s entourage were found murdered in a hotel in Miami, Florida during his album release party. What’s strange about that is the label that Jon-Jon was signed was R.I.C.O Records. Owner and CEO Antonio Deangelo was last seen at that hotel with a female victim of the entourage and was wanted for questioning but hasn’t been seen since that night. Right now we have Captain Peloski of the FBI Tennessee Office. Hey, how are you, sir?”

  “I’m doing fine, thank you.”

  “Captain, could you tell us what you have so far?”

  “Well, this is an ongoing investigation so I’m not at liberty to divulge too much information. However, I will state that witnesses say the rapper left the stage after his verse on the song. He was seen backstage running with a police officer and was found dead later. Also, members of his entourage were found bound and gagged in a van in the back parking lot.”

  “But weren't these guys in the van placed under arrest by the feds?” Interrupted the reporter.

  “Well, I have no further answers right now, could you excuse me.” Said Captain Pelosi. He didn’t want to let the public know that they had been infiltrated by some people posing as feds. To make matters worse his office was instructed by their superiors in the FBI to place some undercovers at the concert. Due to the severity of the investigation into a said record label, the undercovers were there but they missed the abduction of Jon-Jon. They thought it was part of the act because they totally missed the fake arrest of his entourage and a few local officers saw that part but were told by the white arresting federal officers that it was federal business and they’re rounding up drug dealers so they got out of the way.

  Captain Peloski was enraged because his superior was calling him and asking how in the world did this happen right under their noses. They flashed a drawing of the red police officer on the news.

  “If anybody recognizes this face, call the secret hotline and let us know.” Said the FBI spokesman.

  In the Atlanta Office

  Of the FBI

  The feds had been working overtime trying to see whether the latest murder of the rapper Jon-Jon connected to the murders that took place in Miami, Florida of the famous rapper’s entourage. They were working on leads from informants on the streets whose information was reliable in the past.

  Reliable sources are what they’re called and some of them gave information about the war that had escalated in the streets of Atlanta. Well, really killings of the enemies of the R.I.C.O organization.

  They were told that before Jon-Jon was a rapper, he was a hitman operating out of Houston, Texas with ties to some heavy drug dealing gangstas out of New York. Who in turn sub-contracted Jon-Jon’s services to one of their O.G.s who stayed and operated out of Atlanta named Big Lo (aka Lorenzo Jenkins) who was found murdered recently in his mansion in Stone Mountain.

  With all this information the feds discovered that Big Lo had a hit out on Antonio Deangelo and rap artist Brainhead for the murder of his nephew Fagin Jenkins aka Faygo.

  “Let’s get this straight, all of these murders may be connected through some rappers, business owners, and drug kingpins. A very wanted drug kingpin that we haven’t captured yet?” Said special agent Dickinson.

  “Right!” Said DEA agent Thornton.

  “Well, we need to catch this guy and I mean like yesterday!” Said, agent Dickinson.

  I was on the road like a runaway slave except I was riding with this fine-ass Puerto Rican chic my partner Trent hooked me up with. I’m halfway paranoid, especially when I saw the news. Since I’ve been in the limelight from my record label everybody and their mama knew how I look. Then I’m riding dirty as hell and I got 150 million dollars, 10 keys of heroin & 10 keys of cocaine on me heading to Detroit.

  I got a partner from way back in the ’90s that I met in the pen and he’s there. I want to leave the country and head to my spots in the Virgin Islands but I know that’s a no-no. I know that they have me red-flagged right now with a photo and all plus my property down there is traceable.

  So, until things cool down I need to lay low up here and then I’ll head west. My partner Garcia is out and I want to go see him but I don’t want to draw heat to him. He texts me on the throwaway and I text him back to congratulate him. When I got to Detroit I had the chic get a room at the Cadillac Inn downtown. I was tired from the ride but I still blew a blunt of bud with the fine Puerto Rican because ain’t no telling when I’ll be able to fuck a woman again.

  Chapter 38

  Chicago

  9:30 AM

  D’Anthony had been laying low and fucking his girl for a week straight and she was glad that he was in the Chi permanent. They had been riding around in her white Bentley Coupe just checking out the scene. He had heard about Jon-Jon’s murder and saw the news also. All he was thinking about was his pops. Antonio’s son knew about the whole beef plus he knew when his pops Antonio found out that this nigga was an infiltrator, he was dead. Pops didn’t play!

  His stepfather informed him that he was ok but still to lay low for a while. As for his record label, he believed they had a freeze on it due to federal forfeiture laws. Which states that any business that falls within the scope of a federal investigation all operations are stopped when people start getting indicted. Any and all businesses under the controlling entity must stop running.

  D’Anthony would have to work something out with Atlantic because he needed the power of a major distributor behind him. He had a couple of groups in Alabama assigned to him and they are blazing. They’re hot and he needed to keep them hot. He had just started dealing with some old school friends who are rapping in the Chi and underground.

  They were hot, so he has to get with Atlantic or find another distributor. As for the dope gang he’s giving it up after he moves the work, he brought to Chicago which was 20 keys of heroin, 50 keys of cocaine, and 20 lbs. of loud. D’Anthony’s stash was about 10.4 million dollars in cash, 6 million in the bank that he already transferred. Financially he was straight as he and his girlfriend rode through the Southside of Chicago
. He’d seen a familiar face in a black drop-top 2017 Corvette at the red light.

  “Stop the car!” Said D’Anthony. As they stopped his girl was letting the window down.

  “What’s up Tulu!” Said D’Anthony to the driver of the Vette.

  “Aah fuck, wusup Tulu!” Screamed the driver of the Vette. The name Tulu was a private joke amongst the two about a crazy guy that they witnessed going berserk in a barbershop on some PCP or something when they were in middle school.

  “You back in town fool?”

  “Yea, to stay!”

  “Hit me up, my number is…naw fuck that the light had started to change.

  “Let’s go to a restaurant to get something to eat.”

  “Follow us!” Said D’Anthony.

  The driver of the Vette is a friend from his school days whose name is Sion. D’Anthony and Sion have always been cool even though they’re from different hoods. He had to see what was up with Sion. Who knows maybe he’s in the game and this may be a route that some of his work can travel through.

  Since Garcia had been out, he had been laying low with his family. They rejoiced together about his freedom, but truly they were in heavy grief dealing with the deaths of Garcia’s 3 sisters and niece. The brutal way that they had died was eating at him. For one, he felt like it was his fault because if he didn’t put the hit on Carlos Jr. this never would’ve happened.

  But, on the same hand, Garcia wouldn’t be out either. It’s like he sacrificed his family members for his freedom. With that thought, he sat and cried to himself. All he could think about was getting even with Carlos. Garcia had been in touch with Antonio and things had not been looking good for him. Garcia was very loyal to Antonio in exchange for Antonio’s loyalty. Garcia was thinking about ways to help Antonio stay free or if he was captured get him freed.

 

‹ Prev