Memoirs of a Creole Crime Cartel

by Red Snapper

  After becoming President of the United States, John F. Kennedy appointed his brother, Robert F. Kennedy, as U.S. Attorney General. As you know from history, the two men worked closely together on a wide variety of issues including the attempt to tackle organized crime. In March 1961, the Attorney General took steps to have Malveaux deported back to Paris, France. On April 4, 1961, Malveaux was arrested by the authorities and taken forcibly to Paris, France. Malveaux soon returned to the United States as undercover informants reported that Malveaux made several verbal threats against President John F. Kennedy.

  In September 1962, he told private investigator Eduardo Blacker, that a dog will continue to bite you if you cut off its tail” (meaning Attorney General Robert Kennedy). “Whereas if you cut off the dog's head (meaning President Kennedy), it would cease to cause trouble.” Blacker reported that Malveaux clearly stated that he was going to arrange to have President Kennedy killed in some way. Malveaux told another informant that he would need to take out “insurance” for the assassination by “setting up some nut to take the fall for the job, just as they do in Paris.” Just before Kennedy was assassinated, on November 22, 1963, contact was made with Malveaux, and another Mafia leader, Santos Trafficante, but it was never any proof that they were part of Kennedy’s assassination. After the assassination of Kennedy, the Federal Bureau of Investigation investigated Malveaux. They concluded that Malveaux was not involved in the assassination. On the other hand, they also said that they “did not believe Renaldo Malveaux was a significant organized crime figure” and that Malveaux earned his living “as a textile salesman and real estate investor.” Because of this investigation, the Warren Commission concluded that there was no direct link between Trafficante and Malveaux. In 1966, Malveaux was arrested in New York City after having met with the National Black Mafia Commission. That meeting was reportedly called because Malveaux's leadership was being challenged by Tampa Mafia boss Santos Trafficante, Jr., Malveaux's predecessor as boss of the New Orleans Mafia. The Commission had reportedly ruled in Malveaux's favor just before the police burst in and raided the place. Malveaux was then charged with consorting with known felons and after a long drawn out legal battle he was eventually convicted of assaulting an FBI agent whom he had punched in the face on his return to Louisiana. Sentenced to two years in prison, he served less than six months, and was released on March 12, 1971.

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  Now as far as things went in Kansas City, this is how my family became involved in this town. The Costantino brothers, Jaco Costantino and Rico Costantino, two Sicilian Mafiosi who fled Sicily and arrived in Kansas City in 1912, became the organizational bosses there. It wasn't long before they began making money from a variety of rackets. Their fortunes improved greatly with the introduction of Prohibition. Their gang became the sole bootleggers in the Kansas City area. Their rackets at that time were controlled by Robert Fournier. He would soon become the top man in the now much larger and more powerful organization. The gang was given virtually free hand to operate by Thom Pennington who controlled politics in the area. When Prohibition ended in 1933, the family, although already involved in various other rackets, began extorting the now legal bars. On July 10, 1934, Fournier was assassinated, probably on the orders of his Underboss, Charles “Two Faced” Wesker who ruled as Boss until his arrest in 1939 for tax evasion. His Underboss William “Cut Throat” Wheeler now became the new boss and expanded the family's areas of labor racketeering, which included my Papa, Joseph Weldon Laurie as Consigliere.

  My Papa was also a political organizer with a Law Degree from Harvard that worked vigorously in the campaign for Wheeler, who became involved in politics and planned to challenge the Pennington machine by having his candidate elected for the Missouri Governorship. Dad was the mastermind who aided Wheeler’s puppet to succeed and Forrest Smith was elected. He also was instrumental in helping Wheeler to organize a bold plan to control Kansas City's Police Department. The plan failed when Smith refused to go along with this. Now seeing Wheeler as a liability, the Black Mafia's Nationwide Commission decided Wheeler had to go. He too was gunned down on April 6, 1950. His successor, Montel Thibodaux, would not last long. He died in 1953, making my Papa, Joseph Weldon Laurie, the first Creole to head a major crime organization as the crime boss until his assassination in 1968. After my Papa’s premature death, the Commission appointed Don Lefevre the new boss, who remembered the loyalty and faithfulness that the Laurie family had shown his family and after my mother requested that my family and I move to the Kansas City area, he ordered our immediate transfer. Lefevre expanded the family's rackets greatly and forged alliances with families from other cities making it a very powerful organization. He also used the unions to fund casinos in Las Vegas as well.

  In 1975, Lefevre was imprisoned on gambling charges for betting on that year's Super Bowl. Around that time there was a war in the family over control of the River Quay entertainment district in which five buildings were bombed and several gangsters were killed. In 1980, Lefevre was convicted for bribery but was quickly released in 1983, he died shortly after, leaving his brother to become the new boss, but was imprisoned a year later. After his death, I…Andrew Phillip Laurie was crowned the new crime boss, making me the second Creole to head a major underworld organization. Of course, the Chicago Outfit, which had been ran by some of the most notorious crime bosses of all time which includes names like, Alphonso Capone(Al Capone) and Francesco Nitto (also known as “Frank 'The Enforcer' Nitti”) felt that they needed someone in the Kansas City area to assist me with operations so they appointed Dominic Costantino as a sort of assistant boss to work closely with me and to assist with the decision making process. This match worked out fine, keeping a truce between the Italian-Mafia and Creole Mafia for numerous years.

  Chapter 1 - Tangie

  June 1982

  Kansas City, Missouri

  As the years went by and my Papa became more prominent and deeply involved in his criminal activities, I began to adjust to my new life in the Kansas City area. I was extremely intelligent, advancing two grades because I was so studious and learned so quickly. Many of the kids in my class teased me because I was so intelligent. They often called me names like bookworm or smarty-pants, making me upset and I really felt rejected. However, when I came to the realization that they were making fun of me because they were jealous, I immediately used my intelligence as a device to manipulate them into making them do whatever I wanted them to do, making them look ridiculous in the end.

  For my age, I was exceptionally streetwise, a natural born hustler if I could say so myself, who was excellent at persuading people to do whatever I wanted them to do, especially males. Knowing this intrigued me and I quickly became an expert at manipulation, as I craved to do it more. On my way from school each day, I had to pass by many storefronts and pool halls, so I’d always stop in one of them and play a few rounds, winning enough money to buy myself extra little items I wanted. Of course, Papa always assumed I was saving the money he’d give me to purchase such items, but I was hustling and I was damn good at it. Another thing I had in my favor was my natural born beauty. I can remember when I was only twenty-one, I was incredibly well developed. My physique could easily be mistaken for that of a young adult woman and many men who saw me had to do a double take to make sure they were not dealing with a fifteen year old. As soon as I figured this, out…shit I used my charm and good looks to my advantage. So much so that I began to love this shit, taking more time from school and pursuing many men and using them to get what I fuckin’ wanted.

  One day I decided to play hooky from community college while my Grandmother, Big Momma was away on a trip to New Orleans. My Papa was out in business meetings all day, when I decided to entice the neighbor boy, Jerry Lee to come by my house for a quickly. Jerry Lee was at least thirty years old and was still living at home with his mother. His bedroom was adjacent to mine, across the yard but he was close enough that he could watch me dressing and undressing in my b
edroom. I always knew he was watching me and I’d give him a real eye full as I played with my clit in front of him and rubbing my large breasts on many occasions. I’d purposely masturbate, making sure, he was watching me get off, and of course, he would do the same as he lusted after me.

  I thought to myself, “I’d make about hundred dollars on this deal…I know I can persuade him to come over.”

  It wasn’t like I needed the money; it was just the thrill of the hustle and making someone do anything I desired them to do. So I set out to make him my little sex slave.

  I remember I wore minimal makeup and made sure I wore something very provocative. I slowly strolled over to his house and knocked on the door. With a smile on my cute face, I smiled sensuously as he opened the door.

  “Hey…uh…Tangie isn’t it…what are you doing here,” he said.

  “Well, baby…I know you’ve been waiting to see me so…Are you busy?”

  He looked at me with this puzzled look on his face because this was the first time he saw me up close. He studied me, looking at my body from head to toe as he licked his lips in excitement. When his eyes reached my face, he quickly regrouped.

  “No baby…it’s just that I didn’t expect to see you… uhh…so…no school today?”

  As I began to answer his question, I slowly strolled around him, observing his chiseled physique. Although I was younger than him, I was very adept making him nervous as I finally strolled back in front of him smiling. I intentionally pressed against him very close, grabbing his crotch as I finally answered, “Hey…you know, I would really like to go for a swim in our private pool, but I don't want too by myself. Would you like to join me?”

  Jerry smiled as he replied, “Uh…yeah, I’d love too...but don't you think your Papa will get kind of upset if I were in his pool without him being home?” “I don’t want him getting pissed at me...disrespecting his place and all.”

  I looked at him with a extremely sensuous expression on my face as I replied, “Don't you worry about him…he has business meetings all day and my Grandmother is out of town, so he won't be home all day long, and besides, shouldn't I have some fun,” I smiled winking at him. Jerry smiled as he was now thinking with his dick head instead of his brain as he responded, “OKAY THAN…why don’t you go change into your bathing suit, grab a towel and I’ll see you in a few minutes at your pool house.”

  After about ten minutes, I was there by the pool with my little two-piece hot red silk bikini ready to go. I knew he could see me as he walked toward the back fence, which led to the extended building with the pool. He couldn’t help but to gaze at my curvy physique as I stood there waiting for him on the far side of the pool. Before he could get into the pool area, I quickly jumped into the pool and began swimming toward him as he quickly walked into the pool and stood at the edge.

  I finally made it to the end where he stood, stopping and wadding in the water as I looked up at him, noticing his chocolate chiseled physique wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. I could feel my pussy began to tingle as I watched his pecks fleck.

  I smiled showing my lovely teeth, as I immediately said, “Well…are you just going to stand there, or are you coming in?”

  With that, he quickly jumped in and we swam a few laps, got out the pool, and then laid down in the lounge chairs to soak up the afternoon sun. I know I was so beautiful with my bronze skin glistering in the mid-day sunlight. I looked at him with his chocolate wet skin as I stood up, moved over to his chair, and began to apply some lotion on his back.

  I know my touch was nice to him as I rubbed the lotion in. Then I volunteered for my back to be rubbed next.

  “Will you now rub some lotion on my back Jerry,” I said in a sensuous tone.

  Of course, he didn’t hesitate to do just that as I rolled over onto my stomach. I know I have a beautifully shaped body, with a firm bootylicious round ass that seemed to stick up ever so slightly more as he rubbed the lotion onto my back and shoulders. I remember I gave a little moan as he finished up, letting him know that his hands felt good to the touch.

  Suddenly we became very relaxed with one another as we talked some more, and enjoyed the afternoon by the pool. It was very peaceful as we lay there looking at one another until I decided to finally make my move, squeezing his hand and giving him a hug. My warm skin felt so good touching his, as he was now squeezing my ass cheeks and pressing his pecks against my firm large breasts. My thighs were now pressing into his skin when I hugged him causing his nature to rise in his trunks.

  He looked deep into my hazel eyes as he said, “I enjoy being with you.”

  “I enjoy your company too but you know…I need you to help me out.”

  He looked at me with a concern expression on his face as he responded, “What do you need?”

  I just gave him a serious expression as I replied, “I know you want this…don’t you?”

  He gazed at me for a minute than he replied, “Who wouldn’t want you?” “What you tryin’ to say baby?”

  “I want to do this but I need some help…I need you to help me with a little something.”

  He laughed as he began to catch on to what I wanted. Shit…I wanted to be paid.

  He licked his lips as he responded, “How much you talkin’?”

  “Just a little something’…a hundred will do!”

  He stared at me with a frown on his face as he replied, “A hundred…damn is your pussy made of gold?”

  “Why you say that?” “It ain’t like you buying it from me…you’re just helping me out a little.” “You know…just think of it as if you were taking me out on a date and you bought some dinner and a movie…would you be complaining then?”

  He glanced at me, observing my wet cold black silky hair, laying on my shoulders as he smiled replying, “You know…you’re making sense, and I really want some of that cat, so I’ll go get the money out of my wallet and then we’re doing the damn thang!”

  He glanced back at me as I was pulling my hair to one side and ringing out the water as he strolled over to the bench where his pants were, taking out his wallet. He flipped it open and took out a folded up crispy hundred-dollar bill from one of the compartments and put his wallet back in his pants. He quickly walked over to where I was and gave me the hundred-dollar bill. Of course I inspected it, making sure it was real as then put it away safely in my pouch and sat it on the lawn table.

  I looked up at him and said, “I’m going to serve you just the way you like it!”

  With that, I turn my back toward him, slightly guiding him down on the lawn chair and straddled my legs with his, as he began rubbing my back, I turned over, looked deeply into his eyes, putting both of my hands behind his head, and giving him a big kiss on his lips.

  “Wow, that was sweet,” he said as my cute little soft lips felt so good on his that he couldn't believe it. He returned the kiss and was met with passion this time. I pulled him on top of me as we kissed passionately, his body giving in to the coaxing I was putting on him. He knew I could feel his rising dick pressing into my thighs and crotch. I know I shocked him with what I said next:

  “I’m so horny…I need you to fuck this pussy real good!”

  He was flabbergasted as he heard my words. It was as if he couldn’t believe a young girl would be saying such words are having such thoughts.

  “You must have done this before or something because you’re too skilled at this shit,” he said as our arms embraced each other and our lips met again in a sensuous kiss. This time, our lips parted and our tongues touched, exploring each other’s mouths. He moved his lips to my ear, kissing it lightly, and breathing down my neck, then moving down to my neck, which I offered up to him with my head tilted to one side. Jerry’s hands, which were rubbing my bare back, now split, one running through my silky cold black wavy hair and stroking my head; the other glided down the concave arc of my lower back to the top of my bikini bottom, then over my luscious ass. I ground my pubic bone against his trunks, feeling his respons
e, as he was getting harder by the second. I then grabbed his ass and pulled it to me, now moaning as he was kissing my neck.

  My firm large breasts were pressing into his bare chest through the thin material of my bikini top. Our stomachs and legs molded together as his hand was on my ass running circles around it, squeezing each cheek, over and around them as I moved my ass to meet his hand. He moved it down my legs, feeling the warmth and softness of them. Our heads separated as we kissed again, more passionately than before. He moved his other hand to my side, rubbing up and down from my chest to my waist. When it bumped the side of my breast, I moaned in his mouth and kissed him deeper. Taking the cue, he slid his hand over the side of my breast, and when I moved back slightly, he covered my entire breast with his hand and it was a perfect handful. “Damn,” I thought as I felt that my nipple was already hard, and seemed to get harder as he caressed it.

  His right hand was exploring the crack of my ass, and down my smooth cheeks and between my sexy curvy legs. When he touched my pussy, all I could do was to spread my legs slightly, allowing his fingers to probe further between my legs. He rubbed up the inside of them until he felt the hot wetness of my suit, then pushing further, felt my warm pussy lips, then my clit. We were both moaning now, tongues licking and probing each other’s mouths. Jerry found the tie on my top and pulled the strings in the knot. We broke the kiss and I stepped back, allowing the little top to fall away. All he could do was gazed at my perfectly shaped breasts for the first time with nothing covering them. They were bronze with dark black areoles, surrounded by my luscious bronze skin.