The Black Corleones (The Beginning) Read Online Free

his mother would be against it and so would his father.
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    Samir was the youngest child born to his father but his conception was never supposed to happen. His mother and father divorced when his brother Ace was born. His father had since remarried and his new wife bore him a son and a daughter.
    Lola, however, had always been Carlyle’s first and only real love, so the temptation to spend time with her always pulled him back in. One night after he and his second wife fought about trivial things, Carlyle found himself being comforted by his first wife. Lola was always his voice of reasoning and she never judged him or his life choices. Their love was something out of a Shakespearean play, but their only down fall was Carlyle’s infidelity. That night they crossed the point of no return, and nine months later Lola gave birth to Samir.
    He was his father’s prize possession because he had one last son to carry on his family name and legac y; one more son to groom in their family business. But on some levels he always wished that Samir would make different decisions. Samir on the other hand knew from the day he realized what his father did that he would one day take over and take his family to another level. He didn’t have doctor, athlete, or engineer aspirations. The only thing he ever wanted to be was a Dope Boy. He watched his brothers drive nice cars and bang bad chicks and he wanted that life, but a lot less out in the open. He hung out with them as they spent thousands of dollars on designer brands and not to mention, he watched the respect and love they received in the hood. Samir wanted that life but he knew that if he were given the chance he would change his game plan. Samir’s only focus was getting money. He didn’t have designer clothing, cars and getting-a-bitch aspirations, although they were the perks of the game. His focus would be to become legendary. He wanted to change the game but remain low key. Samir had the brains to become anything he wanted to be but the allure of the street life was far more appealing. Why work for the next thirty years trying to get by when he could make in a week, what most people make in a lifetime.
    His thoughts continued to race through his      mind as he drew closer to his father’s house. He tried to prepare himself as best as he could to deal with any bad news, but the truth was, his heart sank deeper into the pit of his stomach the closer he got to the house. His intuition told him that his brothers weren’t inside but his desperate hope tried to erase the thought from his psyche.
    When Samir pulled up to his father’s driveway he noticed an unusual amount of parked cars. They were along the street and in front of the house. For Samir, this wasn’t a good sign at all. His palms began to sweat because he didn’t want to hear that his brothers where in jail, no matter how hard he tried to prepare himself for it. He pulled in the driveway and sat in the car with the engine running, debating if he even wanted to go inside to hear his brother’s fate.
    “ Yo, Sam, pull yourself together, Joe. It’s not like they dead, it’s jail kid.” he said to himself, out loud. Just as he was about to drive away his other brother Keith tapped his window, startling him.
    “Fuck is wrong with you , nigga?” he snapped at his brother.
    “Lil ’ nigga stop acting like a damn girl. Pops want us all to come in right now. I saw your dumb ass sitting in the car from the window so I came to get you. You gone need better instincts than that if you ever wanna join this life,” Keith teased.
    “Man , fuck you. I’m good, Joe.”
    “Whatever baby bro , let’s go and see what pops need to talk to us about.”
    Samir followed his brother into the house and was greeted by his father’s right hand man , Tim. After scanning the room and spotting every key person beneficial to his father’s operation, he knew without anyone mentioning a word that his brothers would not