window.
“Hey, ain’t yo’ name Bonnie or something like that?” The man asked while smiling.
Surprised, and caught completely off guard, Bonnie stared at the man, trying to see if she knew him from somewhere. She couldn’t recall.
“That’s my name. Where do I know you from?” She asked inquisitively.
The man started to laugh, and then his face turned serious.
“You don’t know me from a can of worms!”
He then laid the stainless steel Glock on the side of her head and despite the women screaming, and despite the “Please! You can have everything!” Plea from Bonnie, he still blew her brains clear across to the passenger side window. The woman slumped her lifeless body over sideways as blood rushed from her head onto Tricia’s trembling hands. The gunshot itself sound like four 15-inch subwoofers being powered by four 3,000 watt amps all hitting simultaneously. The car was the speaker box. It was good music for Sweetback Fatty, who was sitting inside the Ford pickup truck behind the tinted windows. Another one of Sweetback’s men jumped out and helped carry an already traumatized Tricia into the truck. She was shaking and convulsing so hard, they thought that she was going to shatter. They gagged and hog-tied her, then they drove off. Sweetback had struck, and he was only warming up.
$ $ $ $ $
The Dynasty Cartel was the most powerful organization in the city before The Bankroll Squad emerged. At one time they were pumping coke, crack, weed, and heroin on almost every street corner and project housing unit in the city. They had even infiltrated the suburbs by setting up trap houses in some of the most upscale communities inside and on the outskirts of the city. Those days, Malcolm’s newly formed crew simply wanted the South side, leaving The Dynasty Cartel with the North, East, and West side of the city. Out of courtesy Malcolm set up a meeting with Rally, who was the leader of the cartel. At the meeting Malcolm made his case, and by the end of the meeting, Malcolm’s request for control of the South side was denied. He politely shook Rally’s hand, then he exited the meeting. That same night
Malcolm made a decision that would propel the Bankroll Squad from ambitious hustlers to the ultimate bosses. Malcolm, Catfish, Marco, Prince Tron, and Veronica all went on a rampage. It was mayhem in the city. They successfully took out entire blocks and neighborhoods that were being run by the Dynasty Cartel. They shot up trap houses and used the street sweepers to clean up the corners where the work was being served. Rally was pissed when he heard that all of his soldiers were getting knocked off the map, so he immediately sent a message to Malcolm to let him know that him and his Squad can have the south side. But by the time he could deliver that message to Malcolm, the Bankroll Squad was already running the whole city. They had run the Dynasty Cartel off of all major corners within the time span of four hours. Just like that, they went from asking for the south side to setting up shop on every side; leaving the Dynasty
Cartel powerless. The Bankroll Squad’s reign went from local to global in under four months. Malcolm had weight and break-downs selling in his city, but had Marco strategically place small teams in every other major city in the U.S. that strictly sold weight. Rally was seething with anger because of what had turned out to be a huge disaster for the Dynasty
Cartel’s reputation and for their income. But there was nothing that he could do about it without placing his entire fortune at stake. He would have to rerecruit and spend money to go to war with a group of young wild ass niggas who had nothing to lose. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have enough money to handle it, it was just the opposite. He had too much money to handle it. He didn’t want to risk catching a case and not being able to enjoy the fruits of his labor; or somebody in the Cartel catching a murder case and telling on the whole
“Hey, ain’t yo’ name Bonnie or something like that?” The man asked while smiling.
Surprised, and caught completely off guard, Bonnie stared at the man, trying to see if she knew him from somewhere. She couldn’t recall.
“That’s my name. Where do I know you from?” She asked inquisitively.
The man started to laugh, and then his face turned serious.
“You don’t know me from a can of worms!”
He then laid the stainless steel Glock on the side of her head and despite the women screaming, and despite the “Please! You can have everything!” Plea from Bonnie, he still blew her brains clear across to the passenger side window. The woman slumped her lifeless body over sideways as blood rushed from her head onto Tricia’s trembling hands. The gunshot itself sound like four 15-inch subwoofers being powered by four 3,000 watt amps all hitting simultaneously. The car was the speaker box. It was good music for Sweetback Fatty, who was sitting inside the Ford pickup truck behind the tinted windows. Another one of Sweetback’s men jumped out and helped carry an already traumatized Tricia into the truck. She was shaking and convulsing so hard, they thought that she was going to shatter. They gagged and hog-tied her, then they drove off. Sweetback had struck, and he was only warming up.
$ $ $ $ $
The Dynasty Cartel was the most powerful organization in the city before The Bankroll Squad emerged. At one time they were pumping coke, crack, weed, and heroin on almost every street corner and project housing unit in the city. They had even infiltrated the suburbs by setting up trap houses in some of the most upscale communities inside and on the outskirts of the city. Those days, Malcolm’s newly formed crew simply wanted the South side, leaving The Dynasty Cartel with the North, East, and West side of the city. Out of courtesy Malcolm set up a meeting with Rally, who was the leader of the cartel. At the meeting Malcolm made his case, and by the end of the meeting, Malcolm’s request for control of the South side was denied. He politely shook Rally’s hand, then he exited the meeting. That same night
Malcolm made a decision that would propel the Bankroll Squad from ambitious hustlers to the ultimate bosses. Malcolm, Catfish, Marco, Prince Tron, and Veronica all went on a rampage. It was mayhem in the city. They successfully took out entire blocks and neighborhoods that were being run by the Dynasty Cartel. They shot up trap houses and used the street sweepers to clean up the corners where the work was being served. Rally was pissed when he heard that all of his soldiers were getting knocked off the map, so he immediately sent a message to Malcolm to let him know that him and his Squad can have the south side. But by the time he could deliver that message to Malcolm, the Bankroll Squad was already running the whole city. They had run the Dynasty Cartel off of all major corners within the time span of four hours. Just like that, they went from asking for the south side to setting up shop on every side; leaving the Dynasty
Cartel powerless. The Bankroll Squad’s reign went from local to global in under four months. Malcolm had weight and break-downs selling in his city, but had Marco strategically place small teams in every other major city in the U.S. that strictly sold weight. Rally was seething with anger because of what had turned out to be a huge disaster for the Dynasty
Cartel’s reputation and for their income. But there was nothing that he could do about it without placing his entire fortune at stake. He would have to rerecruit and spend money to go to war with a group of young wild ass niggas who had nothing to lose. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have enough money to handle it, it was just the opposite. He had too much money to handle it. He didn’t want to risk catching a case and not being able to enjoy the fruits of his labor; or somebody in the Cartel catching a murder case and telling on the whole
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