learning how to manage his street workers and their cash-clientele, and above all into gaining Xanbar’s trust and confidence.
“You runnin shit from the corner of Livonia and Rockaway over to Newport, then up to Bristol and back,” Xanbar ordered. It was Hood’s twelfth birthday and Xan had called a special meeting at Baller’s Paradise to mark off territory and introduce Hood to the rest of his team.
“I’ma put you out there with five soldiers for now, dig?” He motioned over his left shoulder, and Dreko stepped up. “This ya number two man right here. Your problem solver. Work ya people correct and he’ll become your right hand. Anybody act up, you and Dreko handle that shit together.”
Xan smirked at Dreko. The boy was still swole behind wearing that number two tag, but he’d get over it. “Both of y’all some skull splitters, for sure,” he told Dreko. “But you one of them young niggas who can’t be taught shit. Just ’cause you 7:30 crazy don’t mean you fit to be no capo in my organization, ya know. You ain’t shown the proper respect and obedience yet, youngster. Around here you gotta be able to take orders before I can think about letting you give some.”
The next cat up was Lil Jay. At eighteen he wasn’t no kid compared to the rest of them, and that could be a potential problem. In the back of his mind Hood questioned why the fuck Xanbar was putting him in charge of a grown ass man.
“Lil Jay is gone be your driver,” Xan said, squashing Hood’s doubts. “The Brownsville police are way up on this shit and will impound a g-ride in a minute. I don’t want y’all young boys even touching the keys to none of my whips. You gotta get somewhere like your re-up spot or back here to fuck with me? Lil Jay is ya pony. Ride that nigga. He’s all yours.”
Lil Jay came over and dapped Hood out, grinning. “I’m ya ride or die, my nig,” he said, breaking the ice and letting Hood know that despite their age difference he respected the g-code and would happily maintain his lane. “We gone do this shit.”
A dude they called Sackie was introduced next. He looked about fifteen. He was tall and built and had some ice-cold blue eyes. Hood just stared as Xanbar introduced him.
“Don’t let the blond hair fool ya. Sackie a gangsta down to the bone. One day we gone be able to dress this cat up in a suit and tie and send him into places the rest of us just can’t go. White boys got that kinda privilege in this world. And this one’s got a heart. Plus he got a head for numbers and that’s gonna work for us too.”
Xan introduced Bones and Riff next, and with the addition of these two young lookouts Hood’s five-man team was set.
“Remember,” Xanbar pulled him aside and warned him again. “Don’t let none of these muhfuckas think they can run you. If they even try to step outta line you got my permission to fuck ’em up and put ’em back in pocket.”
Hood shrugged. “Oh yeah, I’m for that. Matter of fact I hope one of them niggas do go bananas and try to fuck with me.”
“That right?”
“Yep. I’ll cut his ass so deep the cat standing next to him gonna need some stitches.”
Xan laughed. “Yeah, lil nigga. You got the right attitude. Hit ’em hard in a brutal fashion, my man. They’ll get the message. Who you think gone try to yank your dick first?”
Hood grinned. “Man, you already know.”
“Yeah I do. It’s Dreko. That cat is ambitious but he psycho. The kinda wild-head nigga you gotta keep ya eye on. He the type a’ goon you send to guard a schoolhouse and he end up slaughtering all the fuckin little kids. Just crazy like that without putting no thought behind the shit he do.”
Hood shrugged, then shook his head in disagreement. “Nah, Dreko gone be easy. He only thinks like a predator when he know he fuckin with some prey. Dreko is cool. I’m already feeling him. It’s Riff who I gotta fuck with. He ain’t smart, he just wanna come up real
“You runnin shit from the corner of Livonia and Rockaway over to Newport, then up to Bristol and back,” Xanbar ordered. It was Hood’s twelfth birthday and Xan had called a special meeting at Baller’s Paradise to mark off territory and introduce Hood to the rest of his team.
“I’ma put you out there with five soldiers for now, dig?” He motioned over his left shoulder, and Dreko stepped up. “This ya number two man right here. Your problem solver. Work ya people correct and he’ll become your right hand. Anybody act up, you and Dreko handle that shit together.”
Xan smirked at Dreko. The boy was still swole behind wearing that number two tag, but he’d get over it. “Both of y’all some skull splitters, for sure,” he told Dreko. “But you one of them young niggas who can’t be taught shit. Just ’cause you 7:30 crazy don’t mean you fit to be no capo in my organization, ya know. You ain’t shown the proper respect and obedience yet, youngster. Around here you gotta be able to take orders before I can think about letting you give some.”
The next cat up was Lil Jay. At eighteen he wasn’t no kid compared to the rest of them, and that could be a potential problem. In the back of his mind Hood questioned why the fuck Xanbar was putting him in charge of a grown ass man.
“Lil Jay is gone be your driver,” Xan said, squashing Hood’s doubts. “The Brownsville police are way up on this shit and will impound a g-ride in a minute. I don’t want y’all young boys even touching the keys to none of my whips. You gotta get somewhere like your re-up spot or back here to fuck with me? Lil Jay is ya pony. Ride that nigga. He’s all yours.”
Lil Jay came over and dapped Hood out, grinning. “I’m ya ride or die, my nig,” he said, breaking the ice and letting Hood know that despite their age difference he respected the g-code and would happily maintain his lane. “We gone do this shit.”
A dude they called Sackie was introduced next. He looked about fifteen. He was tall and built and had some ice-cold blue eyes. Hood just stared as Xanbar introduced him.
“Don’t let the blond hair fool ya. Sackie a gangsta down to the bone. One day we gone be able to dress this cat up in a suit and tie and send him into places the rest of us just can’t go. White boys got that kinda privilege in this world. And this one’s got a heart. Plus he got a head for numbers and that’s gonna work for us too.”
Xan introduced Bones and Riff next, and with the addition of these two young lookouts Hood’s five-man team was set.
“Remember,” Xanbar pulled him aside and warned him again. “Don’t let none of these muhfuckas think they can run you. If they even try to step outta line you got my permission to fuck ’em up and put ’em back in pocket.”
Hood shrugged. “Oh yeah, I’m for that. Matter of fact I hope one of them niggas do go bananas and try to fuck with me.”
“That right?”
“Yep. I’ll cut his ass so deep the cat standing next to him gonna need some stitches.”
Xan laughed. “Yeah, lil nigga. You got the right attitude. Hit ’em hard in a brutal fashion, my man. They’ll get the message. Who you think gone try to yank your dick first?”
Hood grinned. “Man, you already know.”
“Yeah I do. It’s Dreko. That cat is ambitious but he psycho. The kinda wild-head nigga you gotta keep ya eye on. He the type a’ goon you send to guard a schoolhouse and he end up slaughtering all the fuckin little kids. Just crazy like that without putting no thought behind the shit he do.”
Hood shrugged, then shook his head in disagreement. “Nah, Dreko gone be easy. He only thinks like a predator when he know he fuckin with some prey. Dreko is cool. I’m already feeling him. It’s Riff who I gotta fuck with. He ain’t smart, he just wanna come up real
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