Flashback: Part 8 (274 hits)
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Submitted by L.G. <el2tha.g.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-01-27 14:29:35 EST
Intro and Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/56363
Part 2: http://www.ubersite.com/m/56455
Part 3: http://www.ubersite.com/m/56565
Part 4: http://www.ubersite.com/m/56650
Part 5: http://www.ubersite.com/m/56761
Part 6: http://www.ubersite.com/m/57333
Part 7: http://www.ubersite.com/m/57762
Part Eight: Southside. Clique.
The first person to show up the next day was Anthony, and his jaw dropped when he saw everything I had picked up the night before. I think he was just beginning to see exactly how serious I was about this. JJ showed up a little while after, and I explained to him what we were going to be doing. As long as we were making money, he told us, he was with us. People from around the hood started to trickle in after that, and the house filled up quickly. By the time everyone had arrived, there were about forty Clique members waiting to see what I had to say. I knew that there were still a lot that didn't come, but this was a start. As I stood up to speak everyone got quiet, and I laid out my plan.
I told them about the Southside I used to know, and how we needed to unite it once again. My plan was simple. We would start out small and take care of our own hood first. We could push all of the outside dealers out of our hood, and take their business from them. Our block needed to be locked down. People needed to know that if they weren't from our hood, they shouldn't be coming through. We also needed to get organized. This bullshit where everyone ran around doing their own thing wasn't going to fly anymore. There were going to be rules, and everyone would follow them. First of all, no dealing to kids. These kids were the future of our hood, we didn't need them being crack heads. Next, we needed to treat each other like the family we were. There would be no fighting or shooting between our own members. We were all on the same team here, so the fighting needed to be saved for outsiders. Also, what we were doing needed to be kept between us. When people talk, shit spreads. None of the other gangs were going to like what we were doing, and we needed to keep it quiet until we were ready to face them. One of the young thugs asked why they should all follow me when they could do things on their own, so I brought out the things I had picked up the night before.
I told them we could take care of them, and showed them a crate filled with guns. Each of them would be strapped to protect themselves. I had also bought a bunch of Kevlar vests that, if they joined us, they would get to take. We took care of our own, I explained. They put in the work, take care of us, and we would take care of them, making sure they were always protected and taking care of any problems they had. I gave them dreams of money and power, and they ate it up. This was the life they had grown up wanting to live. There was nothing else out there for them, and they knew it. I had told them exactly what they wanted to hear. I finished by telling them that we were going to take over this hood, like it or not. They could either join us or stay behind. I told them that I was done, and they were free to leave if they wanted. Anybody who wanted to join us could stay and get a vest and a strap. They all stayed put, and a smile came across my face.
After the guns and vests had been handed out, I gave assignments to the group. Their job for the next few days was to get all outside dealers and gang members out of our hood. I wanted everyone in groups of three or more when doing this. We were not going to be outnumbered or out muscled. If someone would not leave when told, we would make them leave. If that meant having to shoot somebody, so be it. This was business, not a game. Their other job was to let all the rest of the Clique members know what was going on, and to send them to me if they wanted to get in on it. Once we had control of our hood, we could start making money. I would supply them with whatever drugs they needed at no charge, and they could keep thirty percent of the money they made. The rest of the money would come back to me. I let them know, however, that anybody who tried to screw me over would be dealt with. With that, I let them all go to get started.
Our setup was nice. I had put Anthony and JJ in charge of keeping watch over the Clique members, making sure everything went as planned, and that everyone stayed in line. I took care of all the business deals, taking a few more trips to see Carlos' cousins, and getting us completely ready for business. By the end of the first week, we had eliminated all outside presence in our hood, and I had about sixty employees. They had done well. We began moving drugs, and that went well. We were making money, we had control of our hood, and people knew not to fuck with us. It was time to make our first move.
Coming Soon-
Part 9: Southside. Meet the Rascalz
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