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long ass time, I’m not okay with that. Fuck I’m posed to do with my brothers rotting away in some fucking prison cell for five years. Sin and Ace got a business out here, who supposed to run they set? I mean, everything they worked for just supposed to stop now?” Samir’s frustration mounted.
    “No . hell no; everything they worked for won’t just stop. I already talked to the co-op about this matter, earlier today. Keith, you’re going to take over for Ace as soon as possible. I’ll work on getting you some help with your own set since you taking on extra duties with your brother’s set. Sin’s set; I don’t know who I’m going to put in place just yet. I have to meditate on it. I can’t just give anybody my son’s shit.”
    “I gotta get out of here. I can’t deal with this right now, pops. Tell moms I’ll be home late.” Samir said, as he left the house.
    He sat in his car thinking about the news of his brother’s imprisonment and as troubling as it was to know that his brothers wouldn’t be present in his life for the next five years; the fact that his father was considering putting someone whose last name wasn’t Kendall in Sin’s position was more troubling. It was that very moment when Samir decided that he would petition for his brother’s set. But first he had to assemble a crew that his father couldn’t refuse. Instead of dwelling on the absence of his brothers, he now saw this as an opportunity to prove that he was built for the game, and for the family business.
    The more he thought about it the more he realized he had to seize the moment to make a name for himself and gain his father’s respect. Today was the day that he would no longer contemplate being in the game; he would actually make the move. All that was left to do was assemble a crew that he trusted to hold him down and he couldn’t think of any one better than his niggas. He was ready to make his father an offer he couldn’t refuse.
     
     
                
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    Samir sat back in his Chevy, parked in the driveway of his father’s house with one goal in mind, and that was to become the man. He hit his entire crew and arranged for them to meet up because he had a bomb to drop on them. Meko, Seven, Cesar and Chase were his niggas for as long as he could remember. Samir and Cesar grew up together from the tender age of three.
    Cesar knew all Samir’s secrets and despite his family’s shady reputation, Samir loved him like a brother. He trusted Cesar with his life, so jumping in the game couldn’t work if Cesar wasn’t down. In Samir’s mind the two of them had an unspoken bond that nothing could break or come between.
    They did everything together. They moved as a unit and Samir would never leave him out of any decision he made.
    Meko and Seven got added to the crew after a lunch-room brawl in junior high school. Samir was the fly guy in school and niggas were envious. They knew they could never get to him as long as Cesar was around, so they tried to cease the opportunity to jump Samir on the one day Cesar wasn’t there.
    Meko saw the crowd coming and recruited Seven to come to Samir’s aid. Samir was no bitch nigga by far, but Meko hated when lame niggas grouped together to jump one dude. After the fight, Meko and Seven introduced themselves and their alliance and friendship with Samir was set in stone.
    Chase leveled the crew out when he was introduced to Samir and the rest of the crew. It came off the strength of Meko. Looking back on their childhood, Samir was the only lucky one in the crew. His boy’s endured everything imaginable as products of their environments; foster homes, drug-addicted parents, to raising themselves at a young age. Watching the hardships his young friends had to endure; Samir’s only goal was to help make his boys rich. This was more than a chance to join the family business; this was an opportunity to change his boy’s