The Black Corleones 2: Love Ain't Loyal

by Jones, Bella

“I do bro, I feel that way about Kaiyah. Shorty eases my hectic ass mind. I knew she was my bitch after that shit with Kyle, and without saying a word, she just looked at me, kissed me and held me. That shit was the best feeling in the world. To be around somebody who helps you forget about our crazy ass street life even if it’s just for the moment.”

  “Yeah, I know what you mean. I feel like that when I’m with her. I just hope I can see her again,” Samir said as he thought of his situation with Khloe. He felt helpless because he wanted nothing more than to make sure she was happy at all times, but all he could do was sit and wait.

  Samir hung out a little longer with Seven and some niggas he knew from around the way before he headed home. It had been a crazy few days, and he hadn’t seen much of his mother in a while. But when he arrived to her house, she was already asleep. So he did what he did every night he went over to check on her. He kissed her on her forehead, and as he turned to leave, she woke up.

  “Samir, love, are you okay?” she asked him in a very low tone.

  “Yea, lady, I’m okay. I was just coming to check on you, but you were sleep.”

  “Come here Samir, let’s talk awhile.”

  He obeyed his mother and sat on the edge of the bed next to her. She looked at him and she could sense something was bothering him. He could hide it from everyone on the streets, but she knew him better than he knew himself.

  “So, tell me, what’s wrong love?”

  “I just got a lot going on mom. This game ain’t easy, and I’m finding myself having to be another person to handle this. Plus, there’s this girl.”

  “This girl?” she interrupted him.

  “Yea, I met this girl a few days ago, and I really like her, but her home life is crazy and I feel helpless. I want to protect her, but I can’t. I just gotta wait until she calls me. I don’t like that feeling because something in me needs her around all the time and I don’t know why,” he explained to his mother. She smiled hard while she listened to him pour his heart out over a girl. She never seen him with a girl that he actually liked. He had never brought anyone home, so this girl had to be special; even for him to mention her.

  “Well, first thing first, you have to be cautious out here in these streets, son. You can’t let yourself be so caught up in the game that it starts to affect your peace. I was worried that this would begin to weigh on you, and you’re so young, but it’s a choice you made. But you can always choose to not let it stress you. I hear what people have to say, and you are doing things out there most people take a lifetime to do. So, be the boss son, and bosses put other people in place to handle things they don’t want to.”

  “As far as this girl is concerned, it sounds like my baby boy is smitten. If you like her, just be there for her when she does call. Things will work out. You will get your chance to be her knight in shining armor, you just wait and see,” she expressed while hugging him.

  Samir loved how his mother was able to make everything sound so much better. He needed this talk with her. She always had a way of lifting the weight of the world off his shoulders with her words. He kissed her good night and headed home. He thought about Khloe most of the night. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He saw her face when he closed his eyes, and felt her presence in his heart.

  “This must be what love at first sight feels like cuz I can’t stop thinking about you. Just thought you should know. Goodnight”. He messaged her.

  Goodnight Samir, I miss you baby and I’m thinking of you too. Thank you for an amazing day. She responded instantly.

  He smiled when he read her message and knowing he was on her mind as much as she was on his helped him sleep better that night.

  The next morning, he woke up bright and early because it was visitation day. He didn’t expect to be visiting his brothers today, but of course he had too, due to the situation he found himself in with Kyle. He knew Sincere was not happy, and frankly he didn’t want to deal with Sin telling him what he should of did and what he needed to do. He had a good handle on his operation, but with his brothers being locked up, they couldn’t witness the leaps and bounds Samir was making within his reign.

  He got dressed in his normal visitation prep gear. He decided to wear a cardigan from Valentino, a purple label polo shirt, jeans and a pair of Roberto Cavalli sneakers. He opted to leave his jewelry out of his ensemble for the visit.

  Once he was dressed, he stood in his massive picture window and gathered his thoughts. His favorite Jay Z album played loudly through his Bose speakers. He used the melodies to help him clear his mind. The truth was; the game was taking a toll on him early. His father and brothers warned him that this life wouldn’t be easy, but Samir’s legacy was growing faster than he imagined, and with more money, came more responsibility, and more problems.

  Music Playing

  “And ain't nothing changed so even in my afterlife I sew it up/ Don't grieve for me my art remains/ Like a dart from the speaker to your heart/ Spiritually through the portal now my words is immortal/ Don’t plan to leave without a fight/ I plant a seed I give life/ Though I can't see past the girls greed to call her wife/ Next time you're thinking heist better be precise/ Cause I'm fully prepared. One of us is gon' leave here/ I have no regrets/even tho I won’t see grow my godson Boogie, Sonny and Remo/ Lucky Me.”

  As the chorus played, he was beginning to think nobody understood what it was like to be Samir Corleone. Or even what it took to be Samir Kendall. He had the eyes of streets on him at all times, and if that wasn’t enough pressure, he had to live up to his father’s and his older brother’s reputation. He was the baby, and that’s how the dope world viewed him. He was desperate to come out of their shadows and run his business without them being on top of him, micro managing his every move. He was hoping that after the way he handled himself in the first test of his true leadership in the game, his father and brothers would trust that he could handle himself and let go of the reigns they held onto so tightly.

  He stared out at his view of Lake Michigan and let the music massage his mental. Nobody fully understood how he felt at this moment.

  You only know what you see/ You don’t understand what it takes to be me/ You only know what you see/ You don’t understand what it takes to me.

  As the song began to fade out, Samir grabbed his key’s and headed out the door. He turned and looked at his plush Neo-Italian furnished apartment and thought about where he started, and where he was headed, and he found the strength to keep pushing toward the legacy he had just begun to start.

  “Lucky me.” he said to himself as he headed out the door.

  Chapter Four

  Samir pulled into the parking lot of the Cook County Jail. He was just as nervous as he was over a year ago when he first told his brothers he was joining the game. He spent his whole life trying to impress Sincere. He never wanted to look like a fool in front of his eldest brother. Even though he wished it didn’t; Sincere’s opinion of him held major weight his entire life, and he knew he was in for a disappointed conversation from Sin.

  He took a deep breath and headed inside the jail, just to get it over with. His palms began to sweat as he waited in the visitation room for his brothers to come out. When he noticed them enter the room, his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Sin and Ace didn’t seem like they were too upset with him, but he knew his brothers well enough to know that they always kept their cool.

  “What’s up fam, how y’all feeling?” Samir broke the ice.

  “We good Sam, what’s good with you?” Ace asked.

  “Let’s stop all the small talk. What the fuck happened out there?” Sin jumped in.

  “To make a long story short, we got approached to front, Meko was apprehensive, but we voted, and the nigga stuck us up.”

  “How did you let that happen, Corleone?” Ace asked his little brother.

  “First of all, I didn’t let anything happen. It just happened. The nigga had a vendetta, and he stuck us up.”
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  “Samir, I don’t think you ready for this game. That’s too big of a loss,” Sin doubted his little brother.

  “No disrespect, but don’t tell me what the fuck I’m ready for. Niggas was so quick to report word that I got hit, but did niggas come down here and report that I found the niggas responsible in less than twenty four hours, and recovered all that was taking, down to the last gram?”

  Sin and Ace sat in silence, dumbfounded that their baby brother had such a handle on things.

  “Naw, that report ain’t make it to us until just now. Don’t think we being hard on you, we just want you to protect your name and your rep out here, Sam. This shit is tough for me sitting in this fucking cell when I should be out here grooming you and protecting you. So, when I heard that shit happened, I was angrier than I would have been if I was on the streets. You’re my baby brother, and I’m not out here guiding you, and that shit fucks with me every day,” Sincere explained.

  “Samir, you gotta understand that we believe in you whole heartedly, and we know you can do this, shit… look where you got in a year. But it’s like this, we taught you how to tie your shoes, ride a bike, how to drive, and now you in the game and we in this fucking box. If anything happened to you, I’d be lost, little bro,” Ace chimed in.

  “I get where y’all are coming from, but y’all gon’ have to let me grow up. I’m gonna be graduating in a few months and turning eighteen soon after that, so I think it’s time y’all let me do me, and trust that I can handle myself,” he implored.

  “That’s just it, I gotta let my baby bro grow up in the game without me,” Sin said.

  They talked for the rest of the visit, but once it was over, Sin and Ace retreated back to their cell, not wanting to let go of the hold they had on Samir. But they understood that it was time they let him grow up. That didn’t mean they wouldn’t make sure he was well taken care of in the streets.

  They had to trust that he knew what he was doing, and that he could deal with whatever the game had to offer. Their baby brother was his own man in the dope game, and they just had to come to terms with it, one way or another.

  Samir couldn’t let his family’s constant need to protect him keep him from building his brand in his chosen profession. He put things off long enough. In order to prove that he could handle his task, Samir had to make a move that would solidify who he was in his rise to the top, once and for all.

  It was time to venture into parts unknown. It was time for The Corleones to head to Houston and get acquainted with the southern dope market.

  He put the idea to rest for a later time, but with the streets buzzing about what he would do next, he knew this was the only way he could prove that being a Kendall had nothing to do with his success, but everything to do with being a Black Corleone.

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  A few months passed and things were starting to get back to normal for the Black Corleones. Their location moves had proven to be more beneficial to them than they thought. They were moving so much work that Carlyle decided to expand their territories into his low-end sets, and into the north side of the city. He even trusted the Corleones to venture into his Calumet City and Indiana territories.

  Samir and the Corleones practically ran all of the south suburban sets, as well as most of the south side city sets while his brother Keith ran all of the west side, east side and most of the north side Chicago sets. Carlyle Kendall’s youngest son had stepped up to the plate harder than he could imagine, and he couldn’t be more proud.

  Samir was finally getting into a flow with his operation, and the hang-ups he experienced had become a blur. Although things had calmed down significantly, the streets knew that double crossing the Corleones would be detrimental after the discovery of Kyle and his Crew’s dismantled bodies. He had sent the very messaged he needed to send in order for his operation to get back on track and running smoothly. Dealing was becoming the forefront of his life, and graduation couldn’t come any sooner. Samir and his crew were 2 months away from their high school graduation when he approached them about his plans to go down south.

  “So, I’ve been thinking for a while now about going down to Houston, and moving our shit out there,” Samir informed his crew during their weekly meetings.

  “What the hell for?” Cesar replied as he rolled his blunt.

  “I know a few niggas out there who need a solid connect with some good work, cuz’ they shit is stepped on hard. So, I figure we go out there and see what’s up. The going rate down south is fifteen five, so if we go down there with the shit we got at twelve five, we’ll make a fucking killing.”

  “And how long you been contemplating this shit, cuz I know you ain’t just come up with it out the blue?” Seven inquired.

  “Naw, I been thinking about it for a long while, since before that shit with Kyle, but the timing wasn’t right, then we had that little hang up. But it’s time we at least make a trip. Plus, shorty I was fucking with linked me with a few niggas who fucked with my brothers and they’re ready.”

  “When?” Cesar asked.

  “I was thinking we go down there for spring break and set shit up; have it pumping by middle summer.”

  “But what about your pops, don’t we have to clear it with him and the co-op first?” Chase asked.

  “Y’all let me handle my pops. Me and Meko will meet with him and then bring it up at the next co-op meeting. But with the money we been making them niggas, they can’t refuse.”

  “Let’s just do what we do and put it to a vote. All in favor with Samir’s plan to go see what’s up with Houston vote yay. All those not in favor, vote nay,” Meko called his crew to their votes.

  “Yay,” Seven voted first

  “Cool with me.” Cesar voted next.

  “Yea, why not,” Chase continued the vote.

  Meko went last with the final vote that put them all in agreement with their reigning leader. Samir was excited that his crew was down with his idea to take their operation to a higher level. He knew this was what they needed to prove themselves once and for all.

  The only thing left to do was to inform his father of his plans, and to get the okay from the co-op. This Houston trip was exactly what Samir needed to really stand apart from the rest of the Kendall’s and he was determined to make sure it would be an opportunity of a lifetime. Little did he know, venturing down south would make his name bigger than his older brothers, and it would be his defining moment. Expanding into uncharted territory would be the decision that would set the Corleones on a course neither of them could ever imagine.

  Samir wrapped up his meeting, and as all of his fellas began to file out, Carla arrived to see him. Samir had plenty of women, but he never felt what he was beginning to feel for Khloe. Normally he would be content with Carla’s presence because her pussy was amazing, and the things she did with her mouth were mind blowing, but this time he didn’t feel any type of way about her at all. He was just going to fuck her and send her on her way.

  “Yo, Sam, I’ma fuck with you tomorrow,” Meko smirked as he looked at Carla.

  “Aight Joe, lets link up tomorrow for breakfast,” Samir responded.

  “Hey Meko,” Carla said sarcastically.

  “What up doe, Carla,” Meko laughed in her face as he made his exit.

  “Hey Samir, baby,” Carla greeted Samir and tried to kiss his cheek, but he moved away. “What’s wrong with you?” She asked.

  “Nothing, you know we ain’t on no kissing each other and baby type of level,” he told her.

  “Wait, Samir, I been fucking you for quite some time now.”

  “Key word, fucking. Not my wifey, just fucking me.”

  “What, did you have a bad day in the hood, cuz’ you’re being awfully mean.”

  “I am not being mean, I told you before, I don’t want to get our signals crossed. I like fucking you, but I’m not fucking with you, and you said you were cool with that. So, now your tune changed or some shit?”

  “No, I am cool wi
th it. Let’s not talk about it anymore. Let’s get naked and have wild crazy sex, and fall asleep like we always do,” she said as she started to unzip his pants in the middle of his kitchen. His dick began to rise as she massaged it, trying to take her mind off the unpleasantness of their conversation. But just as she was about to take all of him in her mouth, his two-way went off.

  I miss you Samir and I need you. Khloe messaged him.

  Carla was trying her best to give him the kind of head that usually made his toes curl, but this time his mind was much too preoccupied, and when he realized Khloe was messaging him, he immediately pushed Carla away, zipped his pants, and headed to his living room.

  “Hello,” she answered.

  “Khlo, baby, what’s the matter?” he immediately responded.

  “Nothing, I’m at my friend’s house. I’m sorry I haven’t called. I had to go home, and I left my phone and stuff here so my mother wouldn’t take it.”

  “It’s cool, baby. I miss you too though.”

  “Where are you? Is it too late for you to come and see me?” she asked.”

  “It’s never too late for you, Khlo. I’m on my way,” he told her as he hung up the phone.

  Carla was furious. How could he just play her like this when he knew she wanted to be with him? To just up and run to another chick while she was standing right in front of him killed her. But she knew she had to play it cool, because if it wasn’t for Samir, she would not be able to afford her lifestyle, and she would be out on the streets.

  Carla was on the verge of losing everything her mother left her when Samir approached her about using her home as a stash spot. So, she couldn’t risk losing her income, and she most certainly couldn’t do anything to double cross him. She just had to deal with the fact that his interest was elsewhere.

  “So, you just gon’ bounce like that? Samir, you bogus as hell,” she pouted.

  “Carla, I don’t have time for this shit. Just get your stuff and let’s roll.”

  “Who is she, Samir?” she asked.