Being black and growing up in Brooklyn NY, was no joke. You live and die by whom you knew. I was lucky, my father and my uncle were hustlers from the old school. In other words they where drug dealers. It was only natural that I followed their footsteps. Flatbush belonged to my father and my uncle. If a nickel bag of weed was sold in that part of Brooklyn I guarantee you that my family was getting a cut. That's just the way shit was. My father wasn't the flashy type of dealer. He always kept a low profile. He was more of the management type. My uncle Rayquon on the other had was a stone cold ruthless killer. He didn't give a fuck about anyone. Cross him and you paid a price. The family business, at least that's what we called it was very profitable.

The older I got the more I learned from them. My father taught me how to handle the financial aspects of the game and uncle Ray taught me how to manage employees. Yes I said employees. The drug game is no different then any other business. You have low-level workers and you have managers. The only difference was that there were no benefits, no human resource department, no complaining, and if you got fired, that meant you lost your life.

With my father and my uncle running Flatbush, that meant I was un-fucking touchable, and everybody knew it. Even the fucking cops new it. We even had cops on the payroll. And those white devils didn't come cheap. The cock suckers always wanted more fucking money. But like all business we had expenses. My father told me that the most important thing was respect, but my uncle told me the most important thing was fear. Respect and fear and are a good combination in the drug game, one compliments the other beautifully.

After I graduated high school I thought about going to college. My father wanted me to go to school cause he didn't want me to get to involved in the family business. After two years of college I had had enough fucking school. My father was a little pissed but he understood where I was coming from. My uncle was glad to have me back in the hood. He was so excited he offered me a (FLAT99)... Which was a code word for how we broke down the neighborhoods. FLAT99 was one of our most profitable blocks. You see in order to keep things cool with the police all of our drug activities went down inside apartments and not on the streets. The cops can't fuck with you if they don't see. If we kept the drama off the streets the cops looked like they were doing their jobs. Neighbors were happy, cops were happy, and we were very happy. Like I said this was a business. My uncle was hiring me. He told me I would get $4000 a week to start. I did the math quickly in my head, it came out to a little over 200,000 a year. My uncle told me that I was already set up in the system. Let me explain the system to you folks out there. You see, a smart dealer just can't make that kind of money with out attracting attention. My father was smart. He had white friends all over the city. And they all owned their own business or worked at a large corporation. For a small fee, a favor and some drugs, I was given job in their company or corporation. Its funny how some companies manage them selves in this world? They have so many employees to deal with that many times they don't know who is working for them.

My uncle told me that I worked for a company called World Tech Systems. He said I was there new North Eastern Communications Consultant. I laughed my ass off. This is how it works. My father gives his connection $50,000 and in return the put me on there payroll as an employee earning $40,000 a year. I was mailed a check every week with taxes and benefits taken out. Basically I was paying my self. The 10 grand was just small fee for their services. Shit, I even had a 401k plan... not bad for a job that I never went to.

I asked him what happened to Terrence? He ran that section for the last four years. My uncle just smiled and said,

"We had to let Terrence go, his services were no longer needed in the community."

I knew exactly what he meant. Terrence was fucking dead. He must have fucked something up. O'well that's life and shit happens.

My uncle told me that Blake was going to help me out. Blake was like a younger version of my uncle. He was a smooth talking, quick thinking thug. Blake dealt mostly with the staff. If you came up short the person that came to visit you was Blake. He was respected and feared. If an employee fucked up again my uncle ray was the next person they saw and most likely the last.

People think that only the Italians can manage and operate in the underworld. There are a lot of Black- Gotti's in Brooklyn and I was on my way to making a name for myself. There are a lot of well organized black drug crews in New York, that run their operations like fortune 500 corporations. And not all drug dealers drive Mercedes, Lexus's and BMW's. My father always liked to keep a low profile. He drove an old Chevy that looked like shit. But that ugly old Chevy had a brand new motor in it and was totally bullet proof.

The first week went smooth. I knew most of the regular crew, but there were a few new cats around that I didn't know. Blake told me who to keep an eye on and who was always on point. Everything was going good until one morning Freddy came by my crib. Freddy worked for me but he was new and I didn't know him that well. There was something about Freddy that I didn't like. I guess cause I didn't know him like I knew the rest of the crew. Freddy told me that he was out of product. I asked him how much did he need. He told me he needed a dime. A dime in our bussines is 10 grand worth of product. The thing is all of our guys have limits that they are not allowed to go over. Some guy's limits were up to $50,000. I wasn't sure what Freddie's limit was. The rule was 50% up front then they had 1 week to deliver the other half. It was only 10 grand so I gave it to him.

A few days later my uncle came over to my place and he was fuming. He looked like he was about to blow a gasket.

"Yo... have you seen that mother-fuckin Freddy around."

"Naaaw... I haven't seen him... why what's up?"

Right away I knew something was up. My uncle told me that he had just left Freddie's spot and the place was shut down. Then he said,

"Did you front him any product recently?"

"Oh shit Ray, that mother fucker came over here the other day... early in the morning... he told me he was out... I fronted that mother fuck'a... a Dime."

Uncle Ray was fuming. He told me that I should have never fronted Freddy a dime. I apologized to my uncle for making such a mistake. After he calmed down he told me that it wasn't my fault, he told me that Freddy was basically still on probation and his limit was only 2,500. He told me that Blake should have schooled me on Freddy. I was really fucking pissed off now. I wanted to kill Freddy. I knew my uncle did. My uncle loved punishing people who stole from us. When I was younger I heard a story about the time this guy owed my uncle $60.000. Instead of killing the guy my uncle drove up to Westchester where the guys parent lived and burned their house down to the ground. He got his money 3 days later.

Uncle Ray calmed down but he had that look in his eye.

"So what should we do about this uncle Ray."

"What she we do about... the question is... what should you do about it," he said sternly to me.

I was confused but I knew what he meant.

"Freddy is part of your crew and he is your responsibility."

I knew that before he even said it. That motherfucker played me and it was my call how to handle the situation. I told my uncle, " We have to fire Freddy." My uncle smiled cause he knew what that meant. It was time to cancel Freddie's subscription to life. My uncle started making calls on his cell phone. He was all excited. I knew he love knocking people off, but damn... sometimes I think he liked it too much. After about 20 minutes and 15 phone calls, Freddie was the most wanted man in all of Flatbush. He even called up some of the cops we had on the payroll to be on look out for Freddy.

After he got off the phone he sat me down and gave me big lecture on the rules of the game. He told me that I trust to easy and how I should never trust anyone in our game. The more he spoke the angrier I got. Freddy was a dead man. I called Blake and told him what went down. Blake was mad at himself, cause he knew Freddie, and signed off on him when he gave him a spot. Blake told me not to worry about it. He told me that he would find that motherfucker and send him a lullaby.

You see in Brooklyn everybody knows everybody and know body knows anything, if you know what's good for you. I felt good that things were in motion. Soon Freddy was going to be hanging with Elvis.

Business was pretty much the same for the next couple of days. Running a spot and keeping track the people and the product wasn't that easy. My father and uncle ray could keep track of every penny and every pound of product in their head.

I was chill'in at the crib late Friday night. When the doorbell rang. I never walked to the door with out my piece. My uncle gave me a 9mm semi automatic as a gift for my birthday. When I look through the peep hole I saw this girl standing there looking angry.

"What the fuck do you want," I said through the closed door way.

"Hi... my name is Angel... can I talk to you for a minute." She said in a soft voice.

The one thing I knew was that bitch wasn't from around the neighborhood. And the second thing I knew was that the bitch was fine. But this is Brooklyn and this bitch might be trying to set me up. I didn't open the door. I had a camera set up in the hallway of the building, so I went to take a look to see if she was alone. The bitch was by herself. The camera gave me a shot of her back. She was wearing a tight one-piece white dress with black strips. "Damn!!!!!"... This bitch was packing a fat fucking ass. I went back to the front door and asked her what she wanted.

"Can I please talk to you... I'm Freddie's sister."

As soon as she said that name I could feel my blood boiling. I opened the door and I was mesmerized by how fine this bitch was. Even though she looked like she was pissed off the bitch still looked fucking good. " Come on in," I said to her in a calm voice. I thought maybe I could find out from her where Freddy was hiding out. As soon as she got in the front door she started crying. " Awe what the fuck is this bullshit." I can't stand to see women cry, it fucking annoys me. Females always fucking cry went the want to get something from a man.

"I'm... sorry,"... she said, as she continued to cry.

I still had my gun in my right hand against my thigh away from her line of site. I then said,

"Look... I don't know you... but you got to stop this crying shit... right fucking now."

She then looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

"The word on the street is that you're...ga... ga... going to kill my brother."

She then busted into tears.

Right there, I got annoyed. If this bitch thought she could come here to cry a little bit and make me feel sorry for her, she had another thing coming. She looked so pitiful sitting on my couch crying.

"Look girl, I don't know what your talking about." I said, as if I didn't know what she was talking about.

"I know my brother worked for you...I know you run this section... everybody knows that."

This bitch was starting to get on my nerves. The only reason why she was still in my place was cause she looked good. The way she was sitting was turning me on. Her caramel colored thighs looked delicious. Then she mad a sudden move for her purse and slipped her hand in her bag. Before she could pull out what was in her purse, I had my gun pointed between her eyes.

"Don't you fucking make a move... What's in the bag... bitch." I said, harshly

Her eyes grew wide as she stared into the barrel of my gun. I thought this bitch was going to try to smoke me. I never saw such fear in a woman's eyes before. I have seen many men cry like bitches for there lives in front of my uncle but I never saw it up close and personal with a woman. I grabbed her by her arm and told her to get the fuck up. I pushed her against the wall.

"Put your hands on the fucking wall... bitch are you crazy... you got some set of balls... did you think you could smoke me that easily... huh... huh... you think this is a fucking game," I shouted into her ear.

I started to frisk her like I was the moth'a fuckin police. I could feel her trembling in my grip. I put the gun to her temple and started to frisk her. I thought that this bitch could be a cop or some fool wearing a wire.

"I... I... I... don't have a gun... look in my bag... I... I... have money."

I continued to frisk her. I was actually feeling her up. " Shut the fuck up," I said as I started to feel her underneath her tits. Her tits were soft and heavy. She was moving around slightly, and then she froze as my hand went under her dress up her thighs toward her pussy. I brought my hand up her skirt and palmed her pussy for a quick second. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy felt so soft and warm she had just a little bit of hair on her pussy mound. I like the fact that she didn't say a word when I touched her pussy. I guess the gun to her head mad her think twice about screaming. But I did hear and slightly sense her breath escape from her body. I grabbed the purse out of her hand, and told her to take a seat. She moved quickly to the couch and sat down. I looked inside the purse and there it was full of money.

"I bought you the money my brother owes you... please don't kill him... please don't kill him... I know he fucked up... but he is my only living relative."

I couldn't believe it. This pretty girl came hear to pay me off.

"Where did you get this money from," I said in a much calmer tone.

"I took it out of my bank account... it is all that I have... $5,000... its all the money I have in the world." Then she started tearing up.

I kind of felt bad for her at this point. She was a beautiful girl... but there was one problem.

"Look baby girl... your brother is in a lot of fucking trouble... he fucked up big time. He made me look bad... and he took advantage of me and my families trust... its not even the money at this point." I said, trying to be nice to her.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her at this point; my cock was rock hard after touching her soft pussy. I looked into her eyes and in a nice soft tone I said, " Baby please stop crying." Those words came from my cock. I put my gun in the waistband of my pants. I felt powerful. But the money was on my mind.

"Listen hear Angel, your brother is a punk bitch... he has a lot of fucking nerve sending you here to fucking pay me... look here baby girl... the 5 g's is kool, but your punk ass brother owes me 10 grand."

"He didn't send me hear, he told me that you where going to kill him over some money. I asked him how much and he told me 5 grand... please don't hurt him... I'll get you the rest of the money."

She had such a sweet voice. But I know how bitches use that shit on motherfuck'as.

"When can I get the rest of the money?" I asked her. She sat there and didn't say a word for about 30 seconds. She looked like she was deep in thought. Then she said,

"I'll get a second job... and I will get give you a thousand a month... please I promise... I'll get you the money, I promise... I will do what ever it takes."

I started laughing, " girl... What do you think... you think I'm running a lay-a-way type of business. Just like I was your brothers boss... I have a boss... what do you want me to tell him... you expect me to tell him, I'll get him the rest of his money in 5 months."

I was starting to have fun with this girl, her brother's life rested in my hands, whether he lives or dies, was my call. I also felt like I had her life in my hands. It would only take one phone call from me to cancel the search. My eyes never lost sight of her sexy thighs. I definitely wanted some of that pussy. If I wanted to I could put my gun to her head and fucked the shit out her. But I am a businessman, not a rapist. I wanted her to willingly give me that pussy. So like Donald Trump, I mad a deal.

"Look Angel... I'm going to make a deal with you."

As soon as I said that she started smiling. I didn't like that at all. For a moment I guess she thought all that crying and bull shit worked. I then said to her

"I wouldn't smile so fucking fast, Angel... you might not like the terms under which I'll let your brother live." I said looking straight into her eyes. The smile on her face disappeared as quick as it had appeared.

I then broke it down to her like this.

"Angel, you're a bad looking bitch, and your brother should be thankful that you don't look like his ugly ass... Look baby, hears the deal, and there will be no negotiation."

She looked up at me and paid close attention to my next few words.

"The five G's isn't enough... If I let your brother live the five G's has to come out of my pocket. Ya unda stand where I'm coming from." She nodded her head agreeing with me. I then continued,

"This is how the game works baby. I'm going to front you the five G's... That means you owe me five grand plus interest." I accentuated the word interest. She looked up at me as though I was speaking in a foreign language.

"What do you mean by interest how much is that going to be?

This is when I dropped what I thought was going to be the bomb.

"You're going to give me a thousand a month plus interest... the interest... is your ass..."

Her eyes grew wide, and her mouth dropped to the floor. I then said,

"Look baby, its up to you. I'm not a rapist... but that's my price. In this game I make up the rules. You can get up off the couch and walk out of here right now, and brother gets smoked as soon as he pops his head up. Or you can give me some of that pussy and your brother lives to see his next birthday."

Angel sat there motionless. She had a dazed and confused look on her face. I thought I had made it pretty clear.

"If I let you fuck me and I bring you a thousand a month, you'll let my brother live."

"That's what I'm talking about baby... Look baby... I have to get something for my money... Angel, I like you baby and I think your fine... trust me baby if you rolled up in'here looking busted, I would have thrown you out of here a long time ago and your brother would remain a dead man walking."