Bloodline of a Kane (Kane Family Saga)

by Bobby Dennis

  Frankie, Bishop, Jimmy and Lil Will raced thru the door moments after the shooting started, all armed with Sub Thompson’s. They quickly scanned the club and saw Blake and Lefty go down to gunfire that came from several areas. The four men opened fire, and hosed the club with automatic weapons fire. The five men were ripped to shreds by their slugs.

  Hudie saw the tide turn and rose form where he cowered beneath a table and made a mad dash for his office. He never mad it, as rounds from all four weapons ripped into him and catapulted him into the two way mirror. He crashed thru in a shower of blood and glass shards.

  The four men turned their weapons on anything that moved. The floor had puddles of blood, as the men sifted thru the bodies for their dead. The club looked like a slaughter house. They got the bodies of Adam, Tre, and Rob, then helped Lefty and Drake, who were both wounded and left the club.

  * It seemed as if the police were there in no time. Three patrol cars raced to the scene and six officers leaped from the cars, as the wounded men and the others left the Two Spot.

  The cops never stood a chance, as the drivers of the cars, along with Ransom, Lao and Devon, opened fire on them. Four fell immediately dead before they were out of the car good. The other two tried vainly to get back into their cars, which became their metal coffins.

  * The Kanes drove to a meat packing plant and stole a refrigerated flat bed truck. Then, they placed their dead in it to be transported back home. They found a doctors name in the phone book and drove to his home and forced him to work on Blake and Lefty. Ransom, Bishop, Frankie, Lil Will and Devon were in the waiting room at the doctors home office. Jimmy, B.J and Spence, stood in the room with the doctor. Turk and Tim were standing guard over the doctors family, Lao and Jacky stood guard outside.

  “Uncle Ran, I think you should go back with the dead. We’ll handle it form here.” Bishop said.

  “I’m stayin!” Ransom said sharply.

  “No!” Bishop said firmly. “You will accompany the dead. Tim will drive the truck and Turk will ride shotgun. Lao and Jacky will ride drag and you’ll drive Blake and Lefty back home. They’ll need medical attention and you can see they get it!”

  “So you’re takin over?” Ransom asked.

  “Of course not, but this once, I think you and the others should let us take the lead.” Bishop said.

  “You’re right,” Ransom said. “I’ll do it. You’ve got to go after Locata at first light, before he gets word that Hudie Smit is dead!”

  “I know,” Bishop said. “We should have enough men to do the job. I got a plan and the sooner we can do it the better!”

  “What’s the plan?” Ransom asked.

  “We’re gonna steal trucks from a lawn service I saw on the way here.” Bishop said. “A group of black men would raise an alarm in that area. But, not if they’re workers, so we’ll use the lawn service as a disguise!”

  “That’s a good idea son.” Ransom said. “Go on and get your men and do what needs to be done!”

  Bishop, Frank, Jimmy and Lil Will, got Devon, B.J and Spence and they went to steal the trucks.

  * * * * The next morning the seven men drove up to the fence that surrounded the Locata Estate and waited until the man at the gate came out.

  Frankie stepped out of the lead truck and waited on the man to come to him.

  “Yeah, can I help you?” the guard asked, as he stepped thru the opening in the gate.

  Frankie smiled, then said. “Me and my boys just coming to do the yard is all.”

  The man wasn’t regularly on the gate, so for a moment he was puzzled, then he said. “I’d better make sure it’s alright with Mr. Locata first.”

  Sure, no problem I’ll just go with you.” Frankie said. “I need to talk to Mr. Locata before we start anyway. The man lead Frankie thru the gate and stepped into the little gate house. The man reached for the phone and Frankie’s arm snaked around his neck. The knife that was in his sleeve dropped into his hand and he drove it into the mans kidney, ripped it upward, then to the side. The guard died soundlessly and Frankie quickly lowered him to the floor, then walked back to the gate swiftly and opened it.

  The two trucks pulled onto the grounds and drove to the big mansion. The men all quickly piled out and rushed the big house.

  *

  “What was that!” Augie said aloud, bolting upright in the bed. He was in a small room on the bottom floor of the mansion. He got out of the bed, grabbed his pistol and barefoot stepped out into the hall. He saw a white man rapidly approaching the stairs with a Sub Thompson and a black man coming his way. He raised the pistol and fired, just as the man squeezed the trigger of his Thompson. The rounds slammed into Augie and tossed him like a bloodied rag doll back into the room. He was dead before his blood splattered corpse hit the floor.

  * As Frankie headed for the stairs, Lil Will raced down the hall. He saw the man step from the room, just as the man spotted him and raised his gun and fired. Lil Will fired at the same time and a micro second later the man’s slug crashed into his chest, and pulverized his heart. Lil Will and Augie died at the exact same time.

  * Frankie raced up the spiral staircase with Bishop, Jimmy, Devon, B.J and Spence hot on his heels. They reached the top landing and split up.

  Angelo Provalone, known as Angie. Heard the gun fire down stairs and leaped from the bed and grabbed the shot gun that leaned on the nightstand and hurried to the door. Before he got there, the door crashed open and he fired.

  B.J had kicked the door open and was just stepping in when the shotgun blast ripped into his chest. He was knocked backward where he stumbled to the rail, flipped and fell to the floor below.

  Spence saw him reel backward and he shoved his machine gun around the door frame and fired a long burst that he swung back and forth. He saturated the room with hot lead. Angie was cut down in his tracks as the bullets punched into him.

  Vitto Carmani, was in the room across from Angie. He flung the door wide and leaped into the hall with his two pistols blazing. Spence was pinned to the wall and a bullet smashed into his shoulder and spun him around. The bullet saved his life, as another hit the wall where his head had been and rained plaster over him.

  Devon had just kicked open a door and sprayed the room, when one of Vitto’s slugs hit him in the thigh and knocked him to the ground. He dropped his weapon and was at Vitto’s mercy. He looked up at the grinning face resigned to death. Then suddenly the man’s face seemed to disintegrate before his eyes as Bishop’s rounds nearly erased his entire head.

  Frankie kicked open a door and saw Paschal Locata standing beside the bed frantically clawing at the nightstand drawer, while his wife Yvonne held the covers to her chest and screamed.

  “Don’t fuckin move!” Frankie shouted. Don Locata froze and turned to the two men who stood just inside the threshold.

  “I’ve got money if that’s what you want!” Locata said pleadingly.

  Bishop stepped thru the door, as Frankie said. “I’m Francisco Luigi Torronelli. This is Jimmy Lewis and you killed our fathers!”

  “No wait! It wasn’t me, it was Sal!” Locata screamed.

  “Sal is dead too. He died by my hands, as you will!” Frankie said ominously.

  “Please, it was a mistake!” Locata pleaded.

  Frankie and Jimmy opened fire and sprayed the Don with a fusillade that literally ripped his body apart.

  “We can’t leave her.” Bishop said pointing his gun at Yvonne.

  “Yeah, I know.” Frankie said.

  Bishop opened fire on the woman and her body was tossed from the bed in a bloody heap.

  Bishop, Frankie and Jimmy then went thru the house and methodically killed everyone there. Then they got their dead and wounded and left.

  Little did they know, they had left Locata’s son Antonio alive.

  * CHAPTER # 31 *

  By 1959, America had started sending what they called Military Advisors to Vietnam. The Kanes had become fragmented due to new ideas and dissatisfaction by s
everal branches. Ransom in his old age was finding it difficult to rein in the younger men and Baron’s strength of character wasn’t as strong as his father’s though his creed was the same: Family first!

  On New Years night of 1960. Bishop and Anna were at the Tip-Top with family and friends celebrating the start of the New Year. Anna was still a virgin and Bishop hadn’t pressed her to have sex. When the urge was upon him, he found a woman to satisfy his physical needs. It had been happening frequently of late and Anna was starting to notice that they spent less time together. She looked at him as he sat deep in thought and wondered what was on his mind. She had felt the erections he would get when they kissed and fondled and knew the heat she felt between her legs was connected.

  Merlie had gotten involved with a man named Jesse Block and was pregnant. They were getting married in March. Anna asked her all kinds of questions about sex and she answered as best as she could.

  Bishop saw her watching him from the corner of his eye, and asked. “What’s on your mind Ann?”

  “Us,” she answered with a smile. “Let’s go Bish. I want to spend some time with you like we used to.”

  “You sayin we don’t spend no time together?” he asked.

  “No, I ain’t sayin that, but lately somebody else is always there.” she replied.

  He reached for her hand and helped her from her chair. They walked outside and got in his brand new Caddilac Eldorado.

  “Baby, there’s a reason why I spend time with you in the company of others.” he said as he crank the car.

  “And what reason is that?” she asked.

  “I don’t know quite how to put this Ann.” he said. “But I don’t trust myself being alone with you. I know you love me and I love you too. I want you so bad in a physical way, but I don’t want you to feel like you’re obligated to do something you may not wanna do yet. I’d never pressure you into making a decision you’re not comfortable with.”

  “Bish, if you’re talkin about sex, what makes you think I’d be uncomfortable with you?”

  “I don’t know Ann. I ain’t never met nobody like you, you’re special and I wanna keep the love you have for me!”

  “I want to Bish. I got this mighty yearning inside and I think you’re the only one that could end it!”

  “Are you sure?” he asked as he pulled away form the Tip-Top.

  “Hell yeah I’m sure. Let’s go to your place.”

  Bishop had a small two bedroom apartment on Stone Wall St. When they got there they went straight to the bedroom where he slowly undressed her. He stood back admiring her perky upturned breast, the curve of her hips and the bushy triangle between her thighs. He undressed and she gasped as she saw his swollen member. He lead her to the bed and slowly he kissed and caressed her. He licked and sucked at her breast, until the nipples stood hard and erect. He fingered her tight, wet hole, until her hips were pumping up to meet his thrusting finger. He lightly stroked her clit and she shivered. She was wet and he moved between her thighs. He grasped his penis and rubbed it between her slit, over her clit, then slid slowly in her.

  “Ummm….she moaned as she felt herself contract and grip him.

  His finger moved to her clit as he slowly and tenderly drove his rod into her. She raised her hips up to him until he hit an obstruction. He pulled back and drove forward again, all the while he stroked her clit. Her breathing was heavy and she humped to him faster and faster and he knew she was about to explode. He pulled back and thrust forward just as her orgasm crested. Her cunt seemed to grip him tightly and he pistoned in and out of her until he exploded.

  Their bodies thrashed wildly against each other as they reached the pinnacle of their passion. Their motions slowed as their ecstasy subsided. He looked down into her passion dazed eyes and she smiled up at him. Her hands held his waist tightly as he leaned down to kiss her.

  He broke the kiss, then asked. “You alright Ann?”

  “More than alright!” She replied with a smile. “That felt so good!”

  He laughed, then asked. “Ready for round two?”

  She swung her hips up to him, then said. “That should give you your answer.

  He laughed and stroked into her slowly.

  * * * * 1960 was a sad year for the Kanes. Grandma Celia died in March of that year. It seems all of the elders started passing one by one.

  In March, Anna told Bishop she was pregnant. After New Year’s she had moved in with him. They were set to marry the next month.

  Frankie and Donnatella had married and she was pregnant with their first child. He had taken over his father’s business with the help of his father’s uncle, Luciano Torronelli. Jimmy Lewis as always was by his side.

  The Kane and Torronellis were still bound by the oath that Raven and Carlo had made.

  The Kane family splintered as the elders passed away. Some moved to various parts of Florida and others all over the U.S.

  Baron tried his best to retain the old ways and keep the family united, but differences in opinions and the distribution of finances, as well as who should lead was the major cause of friction. So the family was torn apart. Ransom Nelson, Baron, Bishop and their brothers and sisters were the last of Raven’s seed.

  On October 2nd, 1960 ,at 1:30 a.m. a son was born to Bishop and Anna Kane. Bishop wanted to name him after him, but Anna persisted. And so, the child was christened Berean Kane. Anna had no idea what the name truly meant. Bishop was content with the name and slightly surprised at Anna’s strength of will. So Berean it was.

  The Beginning!

  COMING SOON

  “REDEMPTION”

  THE LINEAGE STILL CONTINUES A

  KANE FAMILY SAGA BY BOBBY DENNIS JR.

  ALSO

  “A THUG’S PASSION”

  WRITING AS: BENYAHMIN DAVIS *Preview, REDEMPTION

  *CHAPTER # 3*

  Kane wasn’t just a gangster or a thug, he was a man truly torn between two worlds. He held down a 9 to 5 as a machine operator and made decent money. Enough to take care of his family and enjoy a few of the finer things, but secretly he hated his square job and only kept it to please Leslie. Kane loved women, and had fucked just about every woman that worked at the plant. As a matter of fact, he was working on his latest conquest. An older woman that had the hots for him since he started working there. She was fine as hell, with a body of a woman nearly half her age.

  Emma was 50 and frisky, about 5’3” and 130 pounds. She had apple sized breast, a nice trim waist, flat stomach, flaring hips and an ass that was shaped like a upside down Valentine. She wore her hair in the short cut that Toni Braxton and Halle Berry had popularized. She was cute, and from looking at her you’d never believe she was 50 years old. He had been playing hard to get with Emma because the dude’s on the job had told him she was a black widow. She had sucked a few young guy’s that had worked there dry and cast them to the side. They acted like fools and soon left to find employment else where.

  Kane had no fear but he wanted total control where she was concerned, so he went thru the young freaks that worked there. He dicked them and dismissed them, yet there was never any animosity because they still got together every now and then for a lil fun and games.

  For the next two days all he did was go to work, go home and hang out with his family. That Wednesday after work, he went home and ate dinner, bathed and kicked it with the kids. After he helped them with their homework he hung out with Leslie for a few then got ready to hit the streets.

  He stayed strapped but kept most of his major arms locked in a big red toolbox. He kept it in his trunk when he was in the street, and in his garage when he was home. He always kept a snub nosed .38 or a .380 on him, even at work he was armed. At home he would hide it but it was always at hand.

  He got his toolbox and put it on the floor of the passenger side, got in and looked at the door where Leslie stood. He waved, blew her a kiss then pulled off.

  * * * * Kane arrived on the set at around 9:30 p.m. He rode around to all the h
ot spots to see if Becky was on the scene. When he drove thru the hood he saw Tony with two young men that he vaguely knew, by the names of Sonny and Tracy. He knew they lived in Mixon and he also knew they got a lil money serving. They were up and coming dope men. They had the rides, the gear, and a lil rep. They went to school with kane’s youngest brother Alvin, who was killed in a gun battle with the police a few years earlier at a jewelry store robbery.

  Kane pulled over, got out of the car and walked over to where they stood. He hugged and kissed Tony then gave the other men some dap.

  “Tee break bread.” Tony reached in his front pocket, pulled out a nice roll of bills and asked. “What you need Bro?”

  “I just wanted to know if you had some cheese in your trap.” Kane said smiling. “What y’all cats up to?”

  “Actually we were waiting on you to show.” Tony said.

  “I got something I wanna run by you!” Sonny said excited.

  “They came and got me and put me up on a lick.” Tony said. “I know how you feel about me going on capers so I asked them to wait till you swung thru. That’s why were standing here. If you hadn’t come by 10:00 I was gonna call you.”

  “Alright, dig this. Let’s go to my girl’s room so we can talk in private.” Kane said. “I don’t want all these niggas round here in our business.”

  They walked to his car got in and he drove to Becky’s room. They sat down and begin to talk.

  “So what’s the deal?” Kane asked Sonny and Tracy.

  “This nigga we know name Jermaine is strapped,” Tracy said. “He got west 21st. street sewed up. He serve the whole area up to 45th street, but his main spot is an apartment right behind Pearl’s Place. They usually keep a bird or so on hand. They serve both hard and soft plus they got boy. He usually ain’t there, but he got two young broads servin. They ain’t packing no heat so I guess the nigga feel like they can’t be touched.”

  “I feel you,” Kane said. “But I wanna know why y’all ain’t knock them off yourself if it’s so easy?”