Hustlers from Harlem New York Twenty Years Later

By Ronnie Goss

Imagine having Frank Mathews's Street Smart,

Lucky Luciano's Charismatic, John Gotti's stlye & Grace and Nicky Barns's knowledge of the Urban World. Thats just with I did in, Hustlers from Harlem Twenty Years Later. Combining old school hustling with todays hustling.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781491855409

Ronnie Goss

Ronnie Goss, just completed his fifth novel,( Hustlers from Harlem twenty Years Later,) and he's still trying to reach the top. He has wrote, Husters from Harlem ( about the streets of Harlem back in the days,) A Family of Outlaws, which is a Black Western, (which he tried to bring 50 cent, Tony Yayo, and Eminem chracters into the western days), A Rappers' Love Story, (Which I wrote for Tony Yayo and 50 Cent,) NY Destroy Team PD (which I wrote for Tom Crusie.) All these titles are my own inagine for individual I think would best fit these titles. I've am truely bless in doing sometime I enjoy doing, and thats bringing characters of individualy in a positive fashion though books.

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Published by AuthorHouse 04/16/2014

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Contents

Acknowledgement

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

This is an

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In Memory Of

William Deion Kennedy (Boo-Boo)

&

Darryl Gibbs

These Two Friends Will Never Be Replace in My Heart,

My Two Cut Buddies

Also

Family and Friends that’s Also Missed

DAD, Ervin Goss (X-Ray)

Aunt Agnes

Aunt Rachael

Aunt Stein

&

Steve Milburne

Darryl Milburne

Ms. Betty Williams

Kim Williams

Martin Hawkins

R.I.P., Love and Miss You All So Much

Acknowledgement

I want to thank all those who have been with me from day one showing support and love. Shout out to my family, and friends. A special shout out to a young rapper named (Vado) from the neighborhood, who made it to the top, keep pushing. A shout out to Manhattanville Projects, West 144th Street & Lenox Avenue, Esplanade Garden (EG), all my co-workers at Sing Sing C.F. and all the other Correctional facility where my friends are working. A shout out to all my former co-workers at Manhattan Psychiatric Center on Ward Island, and last, I want to thank the inmates at

Sing Sing who shows support in my work from the very beginning. I wanna thank you all for the support. I love you all.

God Bless.

Although He’s not from Harlem,

This Page is the acknowledgment

Of

Big Meech

A Ture Hustler

To The World

Harlem,

New York

Stay

Up

This Page Is Dedicated to all those

trying to Accomplish a Dream

Remember, at the start of the day, no matter whom you are, where you come from, what age you are, where you’re at, or what color your skin, you can achieve anything your heart desire with hard work and believing in yourself, and your higher power. I started writing at the age of fourteen, and go through my ups and downs in life, but I kept pushing myself. I believed in myself, and God, and now I’m proud of finishing my fifth book. I don’t know how far my work will take me, but I do know, I’m blessed and feel so good about myself in accomplishing my dream.

Remember, Keep the Faith and Always Believe in Yourself, You Can Do It,

God is Good

Warning

This Book Contains Some Serious, Explicit, Hustling Material

And Must Be Read By Mature Hustlers,

And anyone who’s about that Paper

(Cash Money)

No Exceptions!!!

Imagine having

Frank Mathews,

Lucky Luciano,

John Gotti,

&

Nicky Barnes,

Hustling in today’s time, well that’s just what I did!

Back in the days, when everybody was making money all across Harlem doing their thing, everybody knew the place to be was up-town Harlem. Hustlers were dressing fly, driving fancy cars, and having a good time. I mean you had true hustlers on damn near every block, like 119th street, 115th street, 114th street, 113th street, 112th street, and the major hustlers were on 116th street. Than you had Sugar Hill, Our Place Bar across from Manhattanville project, The Hill on 133rd and Amsterdam Ave, The Hill on St. Nicholas and Convent Ave, Dontes’s, 145th Street bar, S&S bar on 145th, Gagazy on 118th street, Huba-Huba, Roof Top Skake Ring, 127th Street & St. Nicholas Ave, this where it all started. Now I incorporated the pass to the future hustlers in, Hustlers from Harlem, Twentyears Later.

Chapter 1

Rec in the yard

Early one morning in the yard at a Federal Penitentiary somewhere down south, Ronzoni was about ready to hit the streets. He has been behind bars at least nineteen years and was definitely ready to hit the set. Ronzoni was smart, because he kept his mind off the street while locked up. Most inmates locked up who made any kind of real money would always say they were going to do this and do that, but in reality they weren’t going to do shit. Ronzoni would be going home in two days. His family and friends would be waiting. Most importantly the streets hustlers were waiting for their captain. One thing for sure Ronzoni was not going to jump into anything. He didn’t know who he could trust or couldn’t trust. Especially since the crack epidemic and a lot of people became hooked, and then became snitches. He knew the streets weren’t what it used to be when it came to making money. Also, how the young teenagers were wilding out so bad, and joining gangs that they are now being locked up in the Feds with crazy time.

His wife Shelle’s brother had blown millions of his money on the stock market and getting high. Ronzoni had stopped all communication in the last two years with the outside world, including his family and crew, Breeze, Jus, and Chris. They were upset but Ronzoni didn’t care, because he knew he was not going back to jail with an asshole full of time on someone else’s bullshit, and his family was no exception.

In the yard, Ronzoni had befriended another one of Breeze’s man and they had become close. His real name was James Thomas, and his street name was Capone. The last time you heard anybody call Capone by his real name James Thomas, was when he graduated from sixth grade. And that was the last time he hard that name or went to school. Since then it was a 9mm in his hand and the name Capone.

Capone was a medium build man who never lifts weights, but instead did calastics for two hours, six days a week. He was quiet and polite, but deadlier than most people in the entire Federal Penitentiary where they were. In fact, some known terrorist group tried to recruit him, because he was known to have heart and go up against any administration. But he was loyal to Breeze and now Ronzoni.

Capone was out of Brooklyn and been locked up for twenty eight years off and on. He originally was locked up for eight years, but killed two people in the yard. Both guys were in a gang that killed his brother inside at a New York State prison. Then they found themselves doing a Federal bid later on. With their unfortunate luck, they landed in the same Federal Penitentiary as Capone.

Capone was acquitted of both murders, but because the Feds knew he committed the murders, they found him guilty on other bullshit, like stabbings, assaulting a federal officer, sexual misconduct with female staff, who after getting caught, charged that he smack her for nothing. Those charges eventually got him to do an additional twenty years flat. Now he to, would be released in one month.

Breeze and the crew all knew Capone. Capone had spent most of his life either in state prison or the federal penitentiary. His family hardly wrote him much less visit him. His grandmother was the only person who always wrote and sent him twenty five dollars every month, but that was it. He knew his mother got strung out on crack and his father was a 1960’s heroin addict, which he only lived to get high. Capone however survived on robbing anybody he though had money. He robbed hustlers, rappers, neighborhood bodegas, gas stations, drugs spots, gambling spots, liquor stores, and even tried banks. And when the heat got hot, like big crews were looking to kill him, he would make sure he got caught robbing a legitimate business and copped a plea right before trial, where he would be incarcerated for a length of time, where his enemies would forget about him. This always saved his life. And believe it or not, it saved many others criminals and stick-up kids life too.

Just like he was on the street, Capone was ruthless inside the wall. He robbed and took from the weaker inmates. Capone knew some people made cash on the street, but were cowards in jail. Those dudes were open targets, unless they knew someone with juice, who would step to him, other than that, he was always on the prowl.

On the streets of Brooklyn, Capone was known to carry two 9mm all the time. Even in the penitentiary he is known to keep bangers nearby. Capone didn’t give a shit about anything or anybody for that matter. That’s until he met Breeze who gave him an outlook on life, and how he should conduct business, if he wanted to get ahead, and not just be a fool with a gun.

Breeze and Capone at first had beef when they were locked in the same Federal Penitentiary. Capone had figured Breeze was a chump getting money from Harlem, but was surprised when Breeze almost beat him half to death, first in a fist fight, then in a knife fight. Capone then realized Breeze was nothing to play with. Capone also realized Breeze wasn’t afraid of shit, and he was smart and most of all crazier that he was. He also was astonished how Breeze made money all kinds of way being locked up. Everybody knew if you had anything to sell, Breeze was the one who could sell it for you. Like when they were transferred down south and the only black New Yorkers in west-bum-a-fuck. Their accounts were frozen for displinarary reason. Breeze sold sugar, salt, soap, old magazines and book to inmates who didn’t know any better but had money, and this shit was free, and belong to the feds.

It wasn’t long before all of them would be home together. In the meantime, Ronzoni was next in line to be released.

Today was a big day in the yard, because most inmates knew Ronzoni’s days were numbered. He was going home in a few days, so everybody wanted to give him kites, and numbers to call on their behalf. Everybody had mad love for Ronzoni, he walked and talked with most of the groups sitting at tables in the yard, especially the New York boys. Nobody was allowed to be in groups larger than five walking around.

While two officers name Butch and Freddy walked together in the yard, making security rounds for the past five years, they talked about the numerous drug dealers that came though their penitentiary. Butch was twenty eight years old, who had seven years on the job as a correction officer. He was a huge white guy, blond hair, and was from North Carolina. He never life weighs, he only did push and pull-up, but was bigger than the average man his age. He lived in North Carolina all his life, but knew a little about the different urban cities, that the inmates would tell him from time to time.

Freddy who was thirty four years old, and at one time lived in New York, but moved to North Carolina almost ten years ago. Freddy had eight years as a correction officer. He always read about the big time hustlers from New York, which at times, eventually came to his penitentiary. Reading about big time hustlers was something that Freddy was always interested in. All the urban magazine Freddy read, like Feds and Don Diva, kept him informed, and knowledge of what was going on not only in New York, but other urban cities across the United States.

Today Butch and Freddy would be training three new officers. All three officers were from North Carolina. Two were black and one white. Butch would school the officers about how the inmates were to conduct themselves in the yards. He also told the officers who is who. Butch said, as he pointed out the different crews sitting around acting like they were playing cards but was really calling shots.

"In the yard we just keep our eyes open to make sure nobody get stupid out here. Understand a lot of these guys in the Fed pen usually are king-pins. Over there, (nodding to the officers to look to the right of the yard) you have the Italians mob; these guys just wheel and deal to make money. Right next to them you have the Aaron Brotherhood, it’s nothing worse than a dangerous group of individuals with a lot of money, which everybody respects their gangster. They pretty much want to be left alone, and make plenty of money. Over there you have the Chinese, always trying to figure shit out, but considered good people. The Jamaicans is sitting on the left, they will go to war against anybody, if you fuck with them. If you need any kind of weed, they got it. Nobody knows how they get it in, but they do.

In the far back, those sneaky guys who are dress like they are going to a party, you have the New York crew. Now because most of them are a long way from home, they are a tight group. Most of them were making that drug money in Harlem, and plenty of it. My father retired as a Federal Correction officer, and he worked everywhere. He used to tell me, how those New York boys know how to make money. Any penitentiary where there is a New York crew, somebody from the crew is making money. They set up shop and make money like Wall Street.

But it’s nothing like those five guys sitting on that end table. Those are the big dope boys from Harlem, New York, especially that one everybody is standing around. His name is Ronzoni, and he’s being released in a couple of day. But remember officers, we try to keep thing in order, because even though those guys are together, they are not allowed to group up, and it’s our job to keep that intact, because even though they are clique, all of them are together in one bunch playing cards or something to make it look good. They just talk to themselves," Freddy interjected, as they walked the yard.

Oh shit, is that the legendary Ronzoni. In my town he is considered a king-pin, one of the new officer said, who was white.

I haven’t heard of him, and I live in North Carolina all my life, the black trainee officer said, who you can tell was scared shit.

Then you must live in a cave, because everybody heard of Ronzoni. That man is so popular here, even the roaches, mice, cat, and dogs be talking about him. When Ronzoni is around everybody stops and looks, that’s how popular he is. Remember, if you put the one of the top movie stars, or top rapper in the same room Ronzoni is in, most people would flock to Ronzoni, because he does so much for everybody during times of need. the other black trainee said.

It’s not our problem, what they did before they got here. Our job is to keep an eye on them now, Butch said, as he noticed the trainees are getting overly excited about the existence of high powered New York crews here.

Ronzoni and Capone walked the yard all day, after working out. They talked shit about everyone.

Ronzoni could hold his own but ever since Breeze sent word for Capone to look out for him, he and Capone became close. Capone always tried to school Ronzoni on what was going on in the streets, but Ronzoni always shot him down and told him to shut the fuck up, that he did not know shit about shit, especially the streets. They both always laughed.

One inmate who looked like he was heavy medicated on psyche meds or street drugs, walked by Capone and rolled his eyes. Capone told Ronzoni,

Did you see the way the motherfucker looked at me?

Ronzoni said, looking serious with a smirk on his face.

Capone, not only did I see him, but I also heard what that piece of shit said about you.

Capone asked Ronzoni what did he say, (looking stupid)

Ronzoni told Capone, I heard him call you an asshole and shithead.

Capone told Ronzoni, You’re a funny motherfucker. And when the guy walked by them again, Capone knocked him the fuck out, with an over hand right hook. The guy never saw it coming. Than Ronzoni stomped the guy in the face twice as he laid on the ground. They walked away without the correction officers even realized what happened. Other inmate just stepped over the guy like he was garbage. This behavior wasn’t unusual inside prison. Inmates normally stay to themselves to keep out of the bullshit. As they were walking around the yard, Capone told Ronzoni, with a smirk on his face.

You call me funny, shit you stomped the guy after I knocked him out. What kind of shit is that? Not only that, you’re on your way home, and getting into shit.

Ronzoni told Capone, while smiling.

You thought you knock him out, but the guy was still mumbling, that nigger Capone hit like a bitch, and you’re on your way home too. They both laughed.

Capone smiling, You’re a sick motherfucker (they both started laughing again.) As they walked around the yard (like they always did) they talked about the streets.

Capone also asked Ronzoni, "Ah yo, are you going to get back into the game with your old crew or start a new crew.

Ronzoni looked at Capone with a serious look on his face,

I have to see how people are. With all the gangs now running around across the states, niggers have to be careful. Look around us Capone, right here. Just look at how many young dudes are in the Feds on gang related charges with asshole full of time. Shit is scary, because some of these dudes are proud of being locked up with twenty to fifty years, and the sad part about that, most of these dudes wasn’t getting any real money or didn’t even kill anyone. At one time, you had to do Fed crimes to do Fed time, now look amoust us. I could just imagine the state prison. I think it’s hard to make any real cash on the streets, because all of the gang activities that’s going on. Look at that dude over there, they call him uptown, shit he’s from Harlem and ran one of the biggest gangs. Now he’s here doing fifty to life, and don’t have a pot to piss in. He don’t even get visits from family members, because he probably shitted on them. No girls, or gang members visits him, no nothing. Besides all that, the dude just turned twenty one. Shit not trying to put down the gang thing, because to each his own, just letting you know what the street is about nowadays. My crew should be home right before me or right after me. It’s those Feds who makes that decision. One thing for sure, we’ll all be home together within the coming year. I just hope their heads are on right, because I can’t see myself coming back to the penitentiary for bullshit. I must admit Capone, I don’t care how old we get, those dudes are my boys for life. As long as I’m alive, they don’t have shit to worry about, and I know they feel the same about me. You can believe that.

Capone never realized what Ronzoni was saying, and said,

Ronzoni you’re right, but people stay the same, and things change. A mother fucker has to be smart and go out and get his, before everything changes.

But Ronzoni corrected him and said, looking serious.

Things don’t change, people change, and in this day and time, we have to be careful of our actions. For one, you know the Feds will be sending their top snitches at me to see what I’m doing and probably you too, since we’ve been hanging together for a minute.

Capone told Ronzoni smiling,

You think you know everything, and start laughing, but you don’t know shit. I will tell you this, don’t trust anybody, but your crew. And sometimes you can’t trust them. They did agree on that somewhat.

When the correction officers found the inmate knocked out, they closed down the yard. Capone and Ronzoni shook hands for the last time, because Ronzoni will be going home in two days. He would be locked in his cell the day before his release. Capone still had a month left.

That night Capone got word to Ronzoni that he was going to be kidnap the minute he walked out the jail by that badass Lieutenant. Ronzoni had heard from other inmates that a lot of the drug lords were kidnapped the minute they walked out the front gate by the Lieutenant and his henchmen. The Lieutenant would demand million in ransom. Most paid, and some drug lord were killed and body never found because they did not pay.

Ronzoni had sent Capone a kite (note) if he got kidnapped. Capone was to notify Breeze, Chris, Mr. Nest or Jus. He started to give Capone Lucky’s and Frank’s information to notify, but changed his mind, because he really didn’t know Capone from a hole in the wall. They had met in jail and Capone was cool, but Ronzoni didn’t know him when he was out on the streets. Ronzoni always felt, if he didn’t know you on the streets, and he met you in penitentiary, there was a certain distance he must maintain, because of that.

By the time Capone finally got the kite, Ronzoni should have been home a minute. The note read,

"If you don’t hear from me in one week of my release notify anyone of these individuals. Breeze, Chris, Mr. Nest, or Jus, would be home around the same time as me, so if need be, Capone would contact them.

By now, even though Ronzoni never told anyone the day he was to be released, most inmates knew. Not only was Ronzoni the talk in the Feds, he was the talk of the town in state prisons, Rikers Island, counties across the state in New York, New Jersey, and as far south as Virginia, North and South Carolina. Everybody and their mother were talking about Ronzoni’s released. One would think he was the President of the United States or something. The only person not talking was the Feds, they were listening and watching. And believe me; they were paying close attention to any and everything that had to do with Ronzoni.

Inmates of all kinds came up to Ronzoni and shook his hand with some kind of word of advice.

Officers that heard of Ronzoni wished him well. And every law enforcement agency across the country especially State, City, Federal, DEA, ATF, along with the DA’s office and Judges who handled his case were informed of his released. Someone even leaked Ronzoni’s released to the media, which was calling the Fed joint ever hour that housed him. You even had CEO’s from all different kinds of magazines like, The FED magazine, Don Diva, and Felon, who wanted to do interviews with Ronozni. But believe it or not, high power hustlers would never give an interview to any magazine, especially the big dope boys from Harlem. Don’t get me wrong, the Feds might know who they are, but you would never, ever see them give a damn interview to one of those magazines, and that’s for any amount of money. It’s just unheard of.

One inmate who was doing a life bid for killing his girl’s entire family for robbing him of five hundred thousand dollars was heard telling his man during chow,

That young rich mother fucker Ronzini did his bid like a trooper. I have much respect for him. I hope he makes it and blows up again.

But this guy everybody called Hater, because he hated on everyone. Hater never had anything that was worth something and was doing twenty years for trying to rob two post office in the same day that netted him fifteen dollars said, with envy written all over his face. He also shot two postal employees in one attempt.

That young punk ass Ronzoni ratted on his entire crew and everyone else before he turned himself in. Told the Feds where the dope and money stash house were. He should be glad I didn’t murder his fucking ass in here.

The guy laughed at his man’s comment, because he knew the guy had that stupid look of jealousy like a stinking ass bitch that he is. He told his man,

I see now how you think, Ronzoni never told on anyone. Everyone knows he told the Fed where the stash houses were only to get the twenty year sentence for him and his crew. But remember, he gave his crew and trusted friend one day to take whatever they wanted from all the stash houses before he told the Feds. Most mother fuckers world be greedy and try to hide shit for themselves. Everyone knows he looked out for his peps, why you think everybody wants to visit him every day if they could, but you know the Feds has a strict visiting list that they follow. And how you think you’ve been going to commissary once a month. I know for a fact, he had his peeps put at least five hundred dollars a month in over fifteen dudes accounts. And he’s been doing it for the last five to seven years. What boss you know would do shit like that.

Fuck him, he’s only doing it for protection. the guy said, with hate written all over his face. His friend got up from the table, laughed, and said,

For protection, Ronzoni will put that work in, besides a mother fucker will kill for him for free, that’s how much respect the streets have for him. But you know what; I understand your pain, Ronzoni getting twenty years for making at least one hundred million dollars a year at age twenty two, and you getting twenty years for robbing two post offices at gun point for fifteen dollars at age fifty. Let me leave you alone, you’re just a sorry piece of shit. I’m sorry I ever knew you, as the guy walks away shaking his head realizing his man wasn’t shit. Other people sitting at the table also got up after hearing how he hated on Ronzoni for no apparent reason.

The next day, Ronzoni was smart, because he didn’t come out his cell for nothing. He knew hanging around Capone might lead to some shit. And his hunt was right, because that night Capone was sent to the solitary confinement for fighting in the yard, and these guys who was with him also got sent to the box. Ronzoni laughed to himself,

Those Brooklyn boys keep fighting to the end, but Capone still my man.

Still the talk of the Penitentiary was Ronzoni getting released. Most people waited patiently for Ronzoni’s release, because they were hoping for a change.

One guy name Texter who was doing thirty years for robbing and shooting three people over a drug deal gone bad, amounst other crimes. He was also running a crack ring that netted more than ten thousand dollars a week. Texter got the thirty years because the Feds charged him with the RICO ACT, along with the shooting of the three people, even though he only had about ten members in his crew, but some members testify that he was their leader. The Feds wanted to put Texter away for a long time, that’s why they also leveled him with king-pin charges, being the leader of a crew. Texter didn’t realize that two of his crew members kept shooting people for bullshit. Texter told his man,

The younger new generation was really messing up the hustling game with all the gang fighting and shooting going on. Nobody can get any money; because the police was always being summoned for shooting that didn’t amount to nothing. Teenagers shooting at each other over IPOD, IPhones, Marmot coats, Blackberry, twenty dollars, walking though there neighborhood, or looking at them wrong, the shit is out of control. The sad part about it, the older cats isn’t trying to do nothing about it. I hope Ronzoni stay on track and help the younger cats. One thing for sure they are fucking up shit in Harlem. Harlem use to be a place where you learn how to hustle, dress, get paid and chill with a shorty. Texter’s man Tone told him,

"Ronzoni will be cool. He’s sharp and wise. In all these years, he never really dealt with anyone, unless he was with those rich New York boys in here with him, and most of them were from Harlem. He stayed to himself and he got him an education. What he has to be careful for are the young idiots in Harlem. They are not trying to get paid like it was before. I remember when by the time you were fourteen years old in Harlem, you had a stack of money and girls, riding around on mo-pads, or in a car, partying, dressing fly with the latest clothes and crazy jewelry and chilling. Nowadays, most of those youngsters don’t have girls, no money, no job, no education, and looking to kill something for nothing. They even got the young girls eating each other’s pussy, because they won’t fuck them much less eat their pussy. One thing for sure, everybody all across the states will be watching and listening to Ronzoni’s every move. They all agreed.

Chapter 2

The release of a king-pin

The morning Ronzoni was going home, he was being released with another inmate name Dave. Dave, like Ronzoni did a long stretch. Only this was Dave’s second bid. He always robbed four or five banks before being captured by the Feds and sent away. Dave was an average guy, a person would think he was rock solid from doing so much time, but he wasn’t. He was a medium build guy who just did his bid, and went home. Dave was beaming to be released and you could tell he wasn’t truly ready, because he had all his belonging in five large garbage bags with him.

When it was finally time to process Ronzoni and Dave for release, one officer asked Ronzoni, after seeing all the bags Dave had.

Ronzoni, where are your bags, as the officer looked around.

Ronzoni looked at the correction officer and laughed,

I left everything I owned with my homies,

One officer said looking serious,

You left all that nice stuff with them fool, shit you could have gave me some of that expensive stuff you had. Ronzoni responded, with a smile.

‘There is no need for me to take anything home to remember being locked up, it’s nothing to glorify. I’m starting out fresh without prison shit. Besides, you officers make good money; my homies could use the stuff."

The officer could tell Dave was becoming uncomfortable with Ronzoni’s words, because now he was trying to act like the five bags he had wasn’t his. It wasn’t until Ronzoni was processed out and left the room, did Dave grabbed all his bags to be process out.

When Ronzoni walked out the front gate he was a bit annoyed because there were four stretch limos. One was an all white Lexus, one was a red Lincoln, you had the custom Humvee, and last you had a black Caddy.

One driver walked over to Ronzoni and told him Welcome home Mr. Ronzoni. Mr. James sent you a car to take you where ever you want to go, as another guy walks up to Ronzoni with the same words but just a different crew.

This guy was from a cartel in South America and his boss name was Rico, but Ronzoni brushed him off just as the other two drivers whose boss’s names were Mr. G, and Nick, was approaching. Ronzoni told all four drivers,

Tell your boss, thanks but no thanks. I’ll take a cab, as he hail one of the two cabs nearby. As the cab was approaching, one of the guys said,

Ronzoni, the boss might feel offended by your refusal.

That’s your boss, not mine. I just did twenty years in prison, and don’t remember one time a James, Mr. G, Nick, or a fucking Rico, sitting in the visiting room with me, reading a letter from them, or stacking my account, Ronzoni said, as he got into a cab without saying another word.

Assholes, Ronzoni mumbles to himself. He knew who sent the limos, but also knew the Feds were someplace in the hunt, and they probably was watching him like they do all other major drugs dealers who gets release.

Sure enough, the Feds were about a half mile away watching and listening to Ronzoni’s every move. The Feds had set up surveillance in three vehicles. They were in one big bus and two vans. The big bus was in the facility parking lot, and the two vans were set up a half mile away in a deserted area.

One agent name Pete, who was a young white guy with blond hair, with ten years on the job, wearing a tight suit and had somewhat respect for Ronzoni, because of all the hype he had going on. His partner who was another white guy hated the fact that he had to work so hard for what he had and Ronzoni had so much and never worked a day in his life.

That young punk will be back real soon and I’m going to be the one who put him here, the officer said, as he couldn’t help but show his anger at all the attention Ronzoni’s been getting.

After riding around awhile, Ronzoni started to notice the cab driver was driving without asking him where he was going. Ronzoni didn’t realize the cab driver was one of the correction officers who worked the 3-11 shifts named CO Monde.

CO Mande, was a real brute, blond hair, blue eye, just a plain old big white boy who would do anything for a buck and a drink. CO Monde worked for the Lieutenant. He was the one who snatched the unsuspecting released prisoner.

Is this the way to the bus station, Ronzoni asked looking around. Next thing you know C.O. Mande turned around and shot Ronzoni with a tranquilizer dart that put him to sleep within thirty second, but not before Ronzoni hurl off and punched Mande in the eye with a straight right jab, which caused the eye to swell almost immediately after the punch. That was the last thing Ronzoni remember.

The next morning the Lieutenant was on his disposal cell phone smiling and feeling real good his team has capture the big prize,

Just make sure he doesn’t escape and remember, I want five million dollars by the end of the week. Tell me what about the other captures we have. Did the Dominican pay one million for their boss?

No sir, they’re still stalling. We might have to take the loss and just kill this one; I really don’t think they have that kind of money. You know they send every penny they earn in the United State back to there home land. Fuck them Sir, shit we have Ronzoni, we’ll make it up with him. You know he was once worth over one hundred million dollars up there in Harlem. Boss, I’m telling you, he’s extremely popular. All kinds of Limos were there to pick the black bastard up, Monde stated, as he was about to hang up the phone.

Don’t kill nobody you idiot. It’s good those limo’s were there, this way they can help bring the money, the Lieutenant yelled before the phone when click.

The Lieutenant was a big white man, pop belly, reseeding hair line, with a lot of con in him. This was his usual thing to kidnapped just released high profile king-pins for ransom that was locked up at in his penitentiary. He was doing this for so long, he could have retired long