The Black Corleones 2: Love Ain't Loyal (10 page)

Chapter Eleven

When the Corleones made it to the lobby of Samir’s Building they saw five drivers holding signs with each of their names on them. Carlyle went all out for his son’s Graduation; from throwing the biggest party, to making sure Samir and his Crew made a grand entrance in matching Rolls Royce’s. They were more than hyped as they followed their drivers to their awaiting vehicles.

Sa
mir watched with excitement as everyone loaded up. He knew tonight would be a night to remember, and for the first time in a long time, he relaxed. He could finally celebrate their accomplishments. He only wished his brothers could be there, but he could feel their presence all around him. He didn’t have Sin and Ace, but he had Meko, Seven, Chase, and Cesar, and they were just as much his brothers as his blood brothers.

“Yo
, Corleones, come over here for a second,” he called them over to his car, “I just wanted y’all to know that tonight is about us, and what we about to do to this game. I couldn’t have asked for a better group of niggas to take this journey with, I love all y’all. We are Black Corleones for life, Joe,” he told them as they each dapped each other.

They stood next to Samir’s Rolls and posed for one last picture as a united front
, because without knowing it, this night was about to change them as a crew and everything that they stood for as a family.

As they each departed to their respective vehicles, Meko grabbed Shay’s hand and aggressively told her she was riding with him. She loved how he took control
, so she followed him without any exception.

Once they were inside his car,
he grabbed her and kissed her passionately. She could feel her pussy pulsating, but she immediately stopped him.

“Meko, as bad as I wan
na fuck your brains out in this sexy ass car, I don’t want to mess up my hair and makeup before the party,” she told him.

“Fuck your hair and makeup. I’ll take you tomorrow and buy you the makeup store and the salon too.”

“As good as that sounds, you’re gonna have to wait till after the party to taste this pussy, baby.”

“Naw
, I think I’ll taste it now,” he pulled her panties to the side and entered her vagina with his fingers. She was so wet her juices were trickling down his hand. She threw her head back in ecstasy as he increased his speed bringing her to the first orgasm she ever had from someone fingering her.

“Meko, stop
, please!” she squealed as he invaded her insides, “Baby, please, I can’t take it.”

Wit
h a feeling of accomplishment, he did as he was asked, leaving her in a confused state. She made up in her mind in that very moment that Khloe wasn’t the only one getting fucked that night. With the short encounter with Meko, her covenant, hard-to-get act went right out the window, along with her inhibitions.

When the Corleones arrived to the club
, it was a madhouse outside. The line was wrapped around the building twice and the entire Chicago dope world was out in full effect. The parking lot and streets around the club looked like a luxury vehicle dealership, and everybody who was anybody came out to celebrate the Corleones graduation.

The
y each jumped out their cars with excitement as photographers snapped their pictures. The scene was something out of a music video. Everybody there was dressed to the nines, and when the Corleones finally made it inside the club, it was absolute insanity.

All the dope boys were in the building
, young and old. The feds would have had a field day if the stumbled across that party. The city’s most beautiful women were in the building hoping to snag anyone of the ballers that attended that night. Security escorted the Corleones to their section.

When they
got there, Casey and his crew were waiting. He had two duffle bags with over 500k in big bills as an early gift to his suppliers for their graduation. Carlyle made sure security escorted the money out of the club so there would be no discrepancies at the end of the night.

“Fucking with you is probably the best decision that we ever mad
e, my nigga,” Meko said to Casey as he hugged him.

“Shit
, my net worth tripled since I been fucking with y’all. It’s only right that I come lace my niggas right. I mean, it is a celebration,” Casey laughed.

Once
they settled into their sections, the champagne bottles came pouring in from all directions. Everybody was in a good mood, but when Samir looked around, Cesar was nowhere to be found. His crew was all together, but he was M.I.A; once again.

Seven tapped Samir on his shoulder and pointed to Cesar popping bottles with a well-known crew from
71
st
and Oglesby. They were one of the only crews that refused to cop from the Corleones and it forced them to make money with a crew from out west.

Samir watched in disbelief
as Cesar laughed; popped bottles and out right kicked it with niggas that he knew had an issue with him, but he kept a level head and didn’t let Cesar ruin his night. When Cesar returned to his section, he told Samir that the Oglesby Boys were sending over a couple of bottles of Dom P to congratulate them on all their success.

“What are you doing
, Cesar?” Samir asked sternly.

“What you mean?”

“What the fuck are you doing with them niggas, bro?”

“Those are my people
, and they some real solid niggas. I fuck with them cuz’ they about they bread, and so are we, so what’s the issue?”

“Don’t even worr
y about it, bro.” Samir said as he shook his head.

Just then Rocko, one of the Oglesby
Boys came over to the Corleone section with bottles in hand. “Samir, congrats on your graduation; this is for you,” he said as he handed him the bottle.

Samir
didn’t say a word to Rocko, he just looked at Cesar. He knew Rocko and his crew didn’t really fuck with him like that, and he found it strange that Cesar would be associating himself with them.

“So
, Sam, I wanted to talk business with you,” Rocko continued, “I know you niggas getting money, but that ain’t shit compared to what you could get if you fuck with us.”

“No disrespect
, but I’m not doing business right now. I’m here with my pops, my niggas and my girl. We celebrating, and right now ain’t the time,” Samir shut him down.

“Aight then
, enjoy the rest of your night,” he said, sarcastically as he walked away.

Samir wasn’t about to let
anything upset him. He had everything he wanted, and tonight was about enjoying the fruits of his labor.

What he didn’t know
, was that turning down Rocko’s invitation would plant a seed even he wouldn’t see growing.

Just as he was about to let his mind wonder
, his father brought out his biggest surprise of the night. Samir was shocked when he saw
Jay-Z
walk into the V.I.P section to greet him. He was a huge
Jay-Z
fan, and his music was the soundtrack to his life. He couldn’t believe his father made his dream of meeting him come true. This was one of the best nights of his life.

The crowd went nuts when
Jay-Z
took the microphone and wished Samir and his crew a happy graduation. It sent the Corleones into instant hood celebrity status amongst their peers. When it was all over, Carlyle succeeded in throwing the biggest graduation party Chicago had ever seen, and he managed to make his youngest son happy in the process.

On their way out the club
, Samir noticed Cesar outside with Rocko and his crew. Cesar spent more time with them then he did with his own crew, and Samir was determined to find out what he had going on with them and why Rocko felt so comfortable approaching him. He knew Rocko had ill intentions toward him for a while now, and to see his right hand man kicking it with him left Samir with a bad taste in his mouth.

“Meko
, have your young boy meet me at the condo tomorrow. I need to find out what Cesar got going on with these Oglesby Boys.”

“No problem. I
’m already on it, cuz’ I didn’t like that shit all night,” Meko responded.

“Don’t make Ces feel like we on to him
, just find out what he got going on with them.”

“That nigga foul right
, SC? He know them niggas ain’t never fucked with us from day one, and now he all in they face, kicking it in the club and shit,” Seven chimed in as he walked up to his boys.

“That shit is
shiesty to be honest with you,” Chase also added his opinion.

“Yooo
, Ces, we about to head to the pancake house!” Meko yelled across the parking lot.

“Aight bro, I
’ll catch up with you niggas later!”

“Naw nigga
, we going as a crew, so let’s roll!” Meko responded aggressively.

“I said I’m good
, Mek!” Cesar bucked back as he jumped in Rocko’s Lexus truck.

Meko didn’t say another word because he knew Cesar was becoming a foul nigga
. He was letting the money go to his head, but even Meko didn’t believe Cesar was aligning himself with Rocko and his crew. For the first time in his life Meko didn’t want to trust his gut feeling. Even he didn’t think Cesar would go against the loyalty of their family.

Meanwhile
, inside Rocko’s truck, Cesar was painting a different picture of his loyalty to the Corleones. Cesar wanted to be the man, but he knew that would never happen as long as Samir was in the position of power. He knew linking up with Rocko would give him the position he desperately wanted.

“This nigga Meko ain
’t shit. You see how he try to talk to me, like I ain’t second in command in this Corleone shit… nigga betta stand down before he get handled.”

“Yea, he ain’t
got no respect, but why you
second
in command though, my guy? You’re just as important to the crew as Samir. How come he gets to call all the shots, who that nigga think he is?”

“He think cuz
’ his pops put him on that make him the boss.”

“But that nigga ain
’t even in the trenches, you putting in all the work, that nigga just sitting back collecting the money,” Rocko said convincingly. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was planting a notion in an easily convinced Cesar so he could use Cesar to get to Samir. He never liked how quickly Samir and his crew came up in the game. His jealousy toward Samir and his success made him want to remove him completely out of the game, and he knew with Cesar’s greed and ego, he would be an easy pawn in this chess match.

“That’s exac
tly what I’m saying; this nigga Samir living life lavishly. Riding Rolls to graduation parties and flying niggas in. But yet, you say we all splitting this bread equally… nigga please. I ain’t in a high rise condo down town,” Cesar agreed.

But the fact of the matter
was, Samir never under handed any of his boys and everybody that worked under his regime had a comfortable living. Cesar just was a loose cannon with money, and he blew his cash quicker than it came. While the rest of the Corleones were investing into legal endeavors to increase their net worth, Cesar was blowing 20 to 50k on bullshit, like taking hoes on trips, and turning up in strip clubs in Houston.  He often had to borrow money from Samir, which left Samir vexed, because he was getting money just like the rest of them.

Cesar and Rocko spent most of the night talking about Samir
, and Rocko soaked it all in as his mind began to devise a plan against the Corleones with Cesar at his inside.

Back on the south
side of town, Samir and his crew made sure Casey made it to his hotel safe and headed back to his house. Everybody was beyond drunk, but the good thing was, his father made sure they had drivers to get them home safe.

Once the arrived at Samir’s building
, Seven and Chase headed home with their dates, and Meko decided to take Shay to his house so they could finish what they started.

“I’m not going with you
,” she teased.

“Why not?”

“Cuz’, I have to stay with my friend.”

“Go ahead girl. Meko will make sure you straight
,” Khloe encouraged her to go home with Meko, mainly because she thought that Meko would be a better man to her than those other clowns she normally dated. Besides, it would be perfect for her best friend to date her man’s best friend.

Shay
took Khloes advice and went with Meko; she wanted to go with him anyway. She hugged her friend and they left.