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The Block on 12th Street Started by: Apache on Aug 22, '18 02:27

After a long week of hostiles invading Detroit, Apache and the rest of the leaders of Detroit came up with the plan to end the hostiles once and for all.  Once the Crew was wiped out Apache wasted no time finding himself a home on 12th Street.  With the expansion of his Black Crows he realized that he would soon have to expand the operations of his family.  

Flexx-Mitchell and his self found a nice commercial building in the center of the 12th Street district.  After the family all help to move operations to the new compound Apache called Flexx back into his office.

”You have been working hard my brother! I’m very proud of you!  As you know the family is pretty full and we will need a new crew to arise here on 12th Street.  I want that family to have you at the head of it!”

Flexx looked excited and he was speechless but Apache had faith in him.  He threw his arm around his right hand man and walked out to the catwalk of the headquarters.  

“Bartender get everyone a shot, I have a toast!  

The bartender walked around making sure that every member of The Black Crows had a glass of gin in front of them.  The tender made their way to Apache and Flexx standing above on the upper level handing them both a glass.  Apache pauses and looked over to Flexx.  Flexx had no idea what Apache was waiting for until he gave him the look he always does when Flexx-Mitchell lights up a blunt.  They both broke out in laughter As Flexx retrieved the rolled blunt out of his jacket pocket and lit it up.

”Now I know everyone is wondering why we are gathered here and no it’s not only because of the big move to 12th Street. Our hustler Flexx-Mitchell here has earned GodFather Salvatore_Luciano and my own blessing to start his own family here in Detroit.”

The whole family began to applaud loudly as Apache raised his glass.

”To a long and successful future for Detroit as a whole!”

Apache then took the shot and everyone followed.  He hugged his right hand man and handed him a envelope full of cash.  Then handed over the attention of the family to him.

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Flexx paused and took a drag of his blunt as he begins to speak,

“Man, the hustle is real, and I am proud to be making this move with the city of Detroit. I want to give a big shout out to everyone, because like I always say, One Team, One Fight. “

Flexx holds his glass up, He looks across the room. 

“Now this is what I call another jumpoff, so let’s keep hustlin, keep making moves. Crew up!!”

He holds his glass up and takes it to the neck. He makes his way down into the crowd to mingle with his fellow mobsters, mobsters from all over. His step into the fold was the beginning, and he was pushing the hustle like weight. He made sure to touch base with as many as possible. He caught TwoB in his peripheral. He walks over as he shakes hands and acknowledges his fellow mobsters.

“Eh, so we going straight in without missing a beat. The hustle don’t stop,”

He shakes TwoB’s hand as he smiles knowing that this partnership was going to be a success. Hustlers, hustle alike, Flexx spots the GodFather in the distance and makes his way over to him. Draven was also in the vicinity.

“I want to thank you for the opportunity, I aim to be a hand in this mixture of success, on this level. Much appreciated.”

Flexx says as he removes his fedora respectfully. Then looking over to Draven and nodding in acknowledgement. Flexx was making his rounds, for the next day was back to business as usual. It was a night.

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Draven stopped in and smiled at Flexx and Apache. She had watched them both the entire time she had been around and was so proud of these two men. 

"Both of you have done so much for Detroit, and have been wonderful to work with. I'm so pleased to see Godfather Sal give you both this oppertunity to expand Detroit as well as grow."

Draven handed them both a bottle of whiskey. 

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Colt walked up to his long time homie and gave him a big hug. He was proud of the mafioso he had become, and he deserved everything he had today. Flexx was the hardest hustler around town and no one could say the opposite.

 

”Congrats my brother! I’m so happy for you that this opportunity has been given to you! Know that if you ever need anything, your homie has your back!”

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