was up, his brothers wished him a happy birthday and requested that he partied hard enough for them and to relax because he deserved it.
After visit ing with his brothers, Samir met with his crew and they went to his newly acquired Condo, to celebrate the day of his birth and their success.
Samir was proud that he was able to provide his boys with a way to take care of their families. If it wasn’t for the four of them, Samir’s dream would still be just that, a dream. They held him down in every decision he made. He didn’t have Sin and Ace to spend his day with, but he did have Meko, Seven, Chase and Cesar; and life couldn’t be any better.
That night , they headed downtown to Club E2 to celebrate. When they arrived, they were treated like hood celebrities. They were escorted in the club by the bouncer and their VIP section was already set up. They got love from everybody.
“The Black Corleones are in the fucking building, happy birthday to my nigga, Samir!” the DJ announced. They were the youngest niggas in the club, but their reputation exceeded itself. Samir didn’t have to spend a dime because once the DJ announced his arrival, bottles poured in from everywhere. Dudes who respected him and even dudes who didn’t respect him sent bottles to his table. It was out of love. Samir and the Corleones showed loved to everybody and got the same respect from the hood.
That night , The Black Corleones were solidified in their position as major players in Chicago’s under world of drugs and drug dealers. Niggas wanted to be them and the hoes wanted to be with them. With all that Samir and his crew were doing in the streets, the veterans of the game couldn’t do anything but respect the young bucks.
Carlyle even made the rare appearance to celebrate his son’s success and birthday. With all the love Samir was being shown, Meko, Seven and Chase understood and embraced Samir as the face of their crew. They understood that he would be the one with all the stress of running the operation. They accepted their position because their child hood friend never made them feel as if any of them were beneath him and without him none of this would have been possible.
Cesar , on the other hand wasn’t feeling all the attention Samir was receiving. In fact, he felt like Samir wasn’t the reason they were successful. He tried not to show his hatred for Samir, especially since he wasn’t over their little blowout they had at the meeting, weeks earlier. But he decided to put his personal feelings to the side and toast to the good life.
The Black Corleones partied like rock stars amongst some of Chicago’s elite in the dope world. Life was good for them at the moment. They achieved what they set out to do and they were making money in the process. The five of them had quickly become Chicago’s top dope boys and they were all under 18 years old.
Chapter Eleven
The Corleones became young millionaires quicker than anyone anticipated. Their first year in the game, they became legends. They couldn’t picture where they would be at this point in their lives when they met at Meko’s grandmother’s house and mutually decided to risk their freedom and their livelihood for the power of money.
It was their senior year in high school and they made more money in a week , than their teachers made all year. But things began to change within the dynamics of the crew. The more money they made, the cockier Cesar became. Samir didn’t notice what money and success was doing to his brother. He just took it at as Cesar being Cesar. Besides, he hadn’t caused any problems for the crew or for their operation. So, Samir didn’t let the minor changes in Cesar’s demeanor bother him.
Graduation was approaching quickly and The Corleones were coming up with a plan to focus on their business without the added distraction of school. School wasn’t their main focus and the fact is; they only stuck to it to make their
After visit ing with his brothers, Samir met with his crew and they went to his newly acquired Condo, to celebrate the day of his birth and their success.
Samir was proud that he was able to provide his boys with a way to take care of their families. If it wasn’t for the four of them, Samir’s dream would still be just that, a dream. They held him down in every decision he made. He didn’t have Sin and Ace to spend his day with, but he did have Meko, Seven, Chase and Cesar; and life couldn’t be any better.
That night , they headed downtown to Club E2 to celebrate. When they arrived, they were treated like hood celebrities. They were escorted in the club by the bouncer and their VIP section was already set up. They got love from everybody.
“The Black Corleones are in the fucking building, happy birthday to my nigga, Samir!” the DJ announced. They were the youngest niggas in the club, but their reputation exceeded itself. Samir didn’t have to spend a dime because once the DJ announced his arrival, bottles poured in from everywhere. Dudes who respected him and even dudes who didn’t respect him sent bottles to his table. It was out of love. Samir and the Corleones showed loved to everybody and got the same respect from the hood.
That night , The Black Corleones were solidified in their position as major players in Chicago’s under world of drugs and drug dealers. Niggas wanted to be them and the hoes wanted to be with them. With all that Samir and his crew were doing in the streets, the veterans of the game couldn’t do anything but respect the young bucks.
Carlyle even made the rare appearance to celebrate his son’s success and birthday. With all the love Samir was being shown, Meko, Seven and Chase understood and embraced Samir as the face of their crew. They understood that he would be the one with all the stress of running the operation. They accepted their position because their child hood friend never made them feel as if any of them were beneath him and without him none of this would have been possible.
Cesar , on the other hand wasn’t feeling all the attention Samir was receiving. In fact, he felt like Samir wasn’t the reason they were successful. He tried not to show his hatred for Samir, especially since he wasn’t over their little blowout they had at the meeting, weeks earlier. But he decided to put his personal feelings to the side and toast to the good life.
The Black Corleones partied like rock stars amongst some of Chicago’s elite in the dope world. Life was good for them at the moment. They achieved what they set out to do and they were making money in the process. The five of them had quickly become Chicago’s top dope boys and they were all under 18 years old.
Chapter Eleven
The Corleones became young millionaires quicker than anyone anticipated. Their first year in the game, they became legends. They couldn’t picture where they would be at this point in their lives when they met at Meko’s grandmother’s house and mutually decided to risk their freedom and their livelihood for the power of money.
It was their senior year in high school and they made more money in a week , than their teachers made all year. But things began to change within the dynamics of the crew. The more money they made, the cockier Cesar became. Samir didn’t notice what money and success was doing to his brother. He just took it at as Cesar being Cesar. Besides, he hadn’t caused any problems for the crew or for their operation. So, Samir didn’t let the minor changes in Cesar’s demeanor bother him.
Graduation was approaching quickly and The Corleones were coming up with a plan to focus on their business without the added distraction of school. School wasn’t their main focus and the fact is; they only stuck to it to make their
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