The Black Corleones 2: Love Ain't Loyal

by Jones, Bella

  Zeek and Carlyle started in the game together along with Tim, and he trusted him like Samir trusted Cesar, but after money came into play, Zeek began to show his true colors. Carlyle and Tim built a fast empire, and when news came that Zeek was going behind their back, trying to strike a deal of his own, Carlyle shut him down, and put word out they he could never do business in Chicago again.

  His real intention was to snuff Zeek, because in his line a work, if you don’t cut your grass low, the snake in the grass would come back and bite you in the ass. But Carlyle didn’t feel right taking a father from his unborn child; so instead, he cut off any possibility of Zeek making money in his city. But he made sure he kept close eyes on him throughout the years, especially since their sons remained friends.

  Carlyle sat back and watched his son interact with his crew. He was instantly taken back to his youth. He saw so much of himself in Samir, and didn’t realize that he would see such a similar version of himself in his youngest son. He always thought Sin would be the one more like him, but watching Samir’s rise in the game changed his view on who would be his true successor.

  He was proud of his son, and watching his first steps into manhood made him feel confident in his job as a father. It was his son’s night and he had a few surprises in store for Samir and the Corleones. He wanted to make sure it was a night to remember for his boys, and for all of the graduating seniors that were planning to attend.

  “Samir, are you happy you’re finally done with school?” his sister asked him as they ordered their food.

  “Yea, I am sissy. You’re next.” Carlyle stood up and brought the room to attention for a toast. This was the moment Carlyle could let his guard down and admit he was wrong about not wanting Samir to join the business. He stood in front of the Corleones and their families and held up his glass.

  “I want to make a toast to my son, Meko, Seven, Chase and Cesar. Congratulations on graduating high school when most young men your age chose not to. I can’t express to the five of you how proud I am of what you’ve become in the last couple of years. This crew has become more than my son’s childhood friends, you’re like my sons as much as the ones I created. Being able to be a part of your lives has enriched mines so much. Watching you makes me think of the all the times Tim and I had when we were your age. Now that the next chapter of your lives is about to begin, my only wish is that you keep the bond you created, and that you remain loyal to each other… to my baby boy and his crew,” he raised his glass in the air.

  “To Samir and his crew,” the rest of the room followed suit.

  Samir and his crew stood up and thanked everyone in the room. He gave a special thanks to his father for allowing him to be the kind of man he wanted to be, but his extreme gratitude was toward his mother. The last few years had been hard for her with her sons being locked up and her youngest joining the family business. He wanted to make sure she knew how much he loved her, and how much he appreciated having such an amazing and understanding mother by his side.

  He presented her with a box that held a model toy Lexus truck that she had been wanting, but when she opened the box the key to the truck fell out. With tears in her eyes, she hugged Samir tighter than she ever hugged anyone.

  “That’s not all mom,” he said, as he presented another box; this time holding a presidential Rolex watch with a diamond bezel. He knew he could never repay his mother for all she had done for him and his brothers, but at least he could try.

  After dinner, the Corleones said goodbye to their families and headed to Samir’s place to get ready for their party.

  “So, how was the ride with my sister and parents?” he asked, as they walked to his car.

  “It was fun. Your sister is really cool, and your step mother is funny as hell.”

  “Well, I’m glad you were okay and felt comfortable. My family already loves you, and my mother swears you look like the daughter she always wanted. I got something for you though.”

  “Boy, you didn’t need to buy me nothing, but what is it?” she laughed.

  “I’ll show you when we get back home.”

  As they pulled up in front of her friend Shay’s house, she saw her standing outside, arguing with her boyfriend. Khloe jumped out the car as fast as she could to calm her friend down. She tried to pull Shay inside, but he wouldn’t let them past. Samir watched from his car and he heard Shay’s man call her and Khloe ‘dirty little bitches’ Before he could think about it, he jumped out of his car in full attack mode.

  “Say, my nigga, what the fuck you just call my girl?” he questioned as he approached the dude who had his back turned.

  Shay’s boyfriend was about to jump fly when he recognized Samir’s face, “Oh, I didn’t mean no disrespect, Corleone. I swear I didn’t know this was your girl, Joe,” he immediately corrected himself.

  “You don’t mean no disrespect? Why nigga, cuz’ you know who the fuck I am. But just a second ago you were real disrespectful.”

  “Naw fam, I didn’t mean nothing. Me and my girl just having a little disagreement, you know how that go.”

  “No, I don’t know how that go, cuz’ I wasn’t raised to disrespect women. I tell you what; Shay’s going with me and my girl tonight. If I catch you around her again, it’s not gon’ be nice.”

  “Listen, this is my girl, bro and this is our business. I fuck with you Corleone niggas, and I make y’all a lot of money. I’m asking that you let me handle my own shit.”

  “Nigga, who the fuck are you and don’t mention no fucking money to me again. I’m gon’ ask you one more time to get the fuck away from this crib.”

  “Aight Sam… I’m out. Shay, lose my number,” he said as he walked away.

  “Oh my God, thank you so much Samir. I been trying to get rid of that nigga ever since he got his other bitch pregnant; Khloe, girl, what’s up?” Shay said in relief.

  “Girl, are you ready, cuz’ you know how long it’s gonna take you to get dressed when we get to my house,” Khloe said trying to not think about what just happened. But she couldn’t help but to let her mind wonder about how big Samir really was in the streets. From the way Shay’s boyfriend reacted, Samir’s reputation exceeded its self far more than he let on.

  Khloe didn’t say much on their way to the house, and Samir could sense she was a little uneasy. By the time they made it back to their condo, Samir’s phone and two-way was blowing up from people asking where they were. They were telling him that the club was bananas.

  While Khloe was getting dressed, Samir walked into the room with the gift he told her about on their way to Shay’s house. She opened it and found a green box with the word Rolex etched in gold. When she opened the case, her eyes widened at the sight of her gold presidential Rolex watch. She had never had such an expensive gift in her life. As she began to speak, Samir quickly interrupted her.

  “I know Khlo, you don’t have to say nothing. I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. I’d give you the world if I could. Just tell me you like it.”

  “I love it, and I love you, Samir.”

  “I love you too,” he removed the watch from the box, and just as he was about to place it on her wrist, he turned it around so she could see the inscription which read ‘I’ll Love You Always Khlo. SC. She felt her eyes begin to water, but she had to shake it off because she didn’t want to mess up her make-up. She kissed him more passionately than she ever kissed him before. She felt her lower region tingle. He attempted to mount her and she instantly got nervous and stopped him.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked her.

  “I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet?” she said, embarrassed.

  “Oh….ooohhh, damn baby, you never done it before?”

  “No, I haven’t, and I don’t know if I’m ready just yet. Are you mad?”

  “Mad? Of course not, love. It’s no pressure. We have all the time in the world for that. It’ll happen when you’re ready for it to happen.”

  Khloe felt comfortable when those
words left Samir’s mouth. She no longer felt pressured to lose her virginity, but hearing him say that she could take all the time she needed made her want to give in to him. She watched as he continued to get dressed. She decided that tonight after the party would be the night. She had just turned 14 years old, but she was ready to take that step into woman hood.

  “Shay, I think I’m ready to have sex with Samir,” she told her friend while she applied her make up.

  “Oh my God… girl, really, that’s a big step; are you really sure?”

  “I am. I mean, he told me that I can take all the time I need, but I love him, and I want to make him happy.”

  “Khlo, listen to me… sex isn’t going to make him happy. Samir isn’t like all the rest of the street guys, and trust me, I know. He really loves you, and he’ll wait for you. You make him happy, not your pussy.”

  “I know that, but I’m ready.”

  “Okay, well, it looks like your mind is made up. All I can tell you is relax, because it hurts, but the more you relax, the easier it will be.”

  “Well damn, you’re making me want to change my mind,” Khloe got nervous.

  “I’m just saying, the first time won’t be as pleasurable for either one of you, but it will get better.”

  Samir poked his head in to see if the ladies were ready and he couldn’t stop gawking at how beautiful Khloe looked. He quickly snapped out of it and urged them to hurry up because it was already 12:30 and everyone was sitting around waiting on them.

  When they finally emerged from the room, Meko couldn’t help but notice Shay’s ass filling out her dress.

  “You are looking good as fuck,” he whispered in her ear as they walked out the door.

  “Is that right?” she teased as she rubbed her ass on his pelvis. She noticed him from the moment she walked in the door earlier that night. She knew she wanted him, but she had mastered the art of playing hard to get. Meko’s fragrance filled her nostrils, and the sound of his voice in her ear made her wetter than Niagara Falls, but she knew she had to play it cool. She wasn’t going to make it that easy for Meko Corleone. But she knew from the very moment he whispered in her ear that she was going to give it to him in the worst way possible.

  Chapter Eleven

  When the Corleones made it to the lobby of Samir’s Building they saw five drivers holding signs with each of their names on them. Carlyle went all out for his son’s Graduation; from throwing the biggest party, to making sure Samir and his Crew made a grand entrance in matching Rolls Royce’s. They were more than hyped as they followed their drivers to their awaiting vehicles.

  Samir watched with excitement as everyone loaded up. He knew tonight would be a night to remember, and for the first time in a long time, he relaxed. He could finally celebrate their accomplishments. He only wished his brothers could be there, but he could feel their presence all around him. He didn’t have Sin and Ace, but he had Meko, Seven, Chase, and Cesar, and they were just as much his brothers as his blood brothers.

  “Yo, Corleones, come over here for a second,” he called them over to his car, “I just wanted y’all to know that tonight is about us, and what we about to do to this game. I couldn’t have asked for a better group of niggas to take this journey with, I love all y’all. We are Black Corleones for life, Joe,” he told them as they each dapped each other.

  They stood next to Samir’s Rolls and posed for one last picture as a united front, because without knowing it, this night was about to change them as a crew and everything that they stood for as a family.

  As they each departed to their respective vehicles, Meko grabbed Shay’s hand and aggressively told her she was riding with him. She loved how he took control, so she followed him without any exception.

  Once they were inside his car, he grabbed her and kissed her passionately. She could feel her pussy pulsating, but she immediately stopped him.

  “Meko, as bad as I wanna fuck your brains out in this sexy ass car, I don’t want to mess up my hair and makeup before the party,” she told him.

  “Fuck your hair and makeup. I’ll take you tomorrow and buy you the makeup store and the salon too.”

  “As good as that sounds, you’re gonna have to wait till after the party to taste this pussy, baby.”

  “Naw, I think I’ll taste it now,” he pulled her panties to the side and entered her vagina with his fingers. She was so wet her juices were trickling down his hand. She threw her head back in ecstasy as he increased his speed bringing her to the first orgasm she ever had from someone fingering her.

  “Meko, stop, please!” she squealed as he invaded her insides, “Baby, please, I can’t take it.”

  With a feeling of accomplishment, he did as he was asked, leaving her in a confused state. She made up in her mind in that very moment that Khloe wasn’t the only one getting fucked that night. With the short encounter with Meko, her covenant, hard-to-get act went right out the window, along with her inhibitions.

  When the Corleones arrived to the club, it was a madhouse outside. The line was wrapped around the building twice and the entire Chicago dope world was out in full effect. The parking lot and streets around the club looked like a luxury vehicle dealership, and everybody who was anybody came out to celebrate the Corleones graduation.

  They each jumped out their cars with excitement as photographers snapped their pictures. The scene was something out of a music video. Everybody there was dressed to the nines, and when the Corleones finally made it inside the club, it was absolute insanity.

  All the dope boys were in the building, young and old. The feds would have had a field day if the stumbled across that party. The city’s most beautiful women were in the building hoping to snag anyone of the ballers that attended that night. Security escorted the Corleones to their section.

  When they got there, Casey and his crew were waiting. He had two duffle bags with over 500k in big bills as an early gift to his suppliers for their graduation. Carlyle made sure security escorted the money out of the club so there would be no discrepancies at the end of the night.

  “Fucking with you is probably the best decision that we ever made, my nigga,” Meko said to Casey as he hugged him.

  “Shit, my net worth tripled since I been fucking with y’all. It’s only right that I come lace my niggas right. I mean, it is a celebration,” Casey laughed.

  Once they settled into their sections, the champagne bottles came pouring in from all directions. Everybody was in a good mood, but when Samir looked around, Cesar was nowhere to be found. His crew was all together, but he was M.I.A; once again.

  Seven tapped Samir on his shoulder and pointed to Cesar popping bottles with a well-known crew from 71st and Oglesby. They were one of the only crews that refused to cop from the Corleones and it forced them to make money with a crew from out west.

  Samir watched in disbelief as Cesar laughed; popped bottles and out right kicked it with niggas that he knew had an issue with him, but he kept a level head and didn’t let Cesar ruin his night. When Cesar returned to his section, he told Samir that the Oglesby Boys were sending over a couple of bottles of Dom P to congratulate them on all their success.

  “What are you doing, Cesar?” Samir asked sternly.

  “What you mean?”

  “What the fuck are you doing with them niggas, bro?”

  “Those are my people, and they some real solid niggas. I fuck with them cuz’ they about they bread, and so are we, so what’s the issue?”

  “Don’t even worry about it, bro.” Samir said as he shook his head.

  Just then Rocko, one of the Oglesby Boys came over to the Corleone section with bottles in hand. “Samir, congrats on your graduation; this is for you,” he said as he handed him the bottle.

  Samir didn’t say a word to Rocko, he just looked at Cesar. He knew Rocko and his crew didn’t really fuck with him like that, and he found it strange that Cesar would be associating himself with them.

  “So, Sam, I wanted to talk business with y
ou,” Rocko continued, “I know you niggas getting money, but that ain’t shit compared to what you could get if you fuck with us.”

  “No disrespect, but I’m not doing business right now. I’m here with my pops, my niggas and my girl. We celebrating, and right now ain’t the time,” Samir shut him down.

  “Aight then, enjoy the rest of your night,” he said, sarcastically as he walked away.

  Samir wasn’t about to let anything upset him. He had everything he wanted, and tonight was about enjoying the fruits of his labor.

  What he didn’t know, was that turning down Rocko’s invitation would plant a seed even he wouldn’t see growing.

  Just as he was about to let his mind wonder, his father brought out his biggest surprise of the night. Samir was shocked when he saw Jay-Z walk into the V.I.P section to greet him. He was a huge Jay-Z fan, and his music was the soundtrack to his life. He couldn’t believe his father made his dream of meeting him come true. This was one of the best nights of his life.

  The crowd went nuts when Jay-Z took the microphone and wished Samir and his crew a happy graduation. It sent the Corleones into instant hood celebrity status amongst their peers. When it was all over, Carlyle succeeded in throwing the biggest graduation party Chicago had ever seen, and he managed to make his youngest son happy in the process.

  On their way out the club, Samir noticed Cesar outside with Rocko and his crew. Cesar spent more time with them then he did with his own crew, and Samir was determined to find out what he had going on with them and why Rocko felt so comfortable approaching him. He knew Rocko had ill intentions toward him for a while now, and to see his right hand man kicking it with him left Samir with a bad taste in his mouth.

  “Meko, have your young boy meet me at the condo tomorrow. I need to find out what Cesar got going on with these Oglesby Boys.”

  “No problem. I’m already on it, cuz’ I didn’t like that shit all night,” Meko responded.

  “Don’t make Ces feel like we on to him, just find out what he got going on with them.”