Apache was sitting at his desk of his new headquarters when he realized that it was time to get everyone together and make their mark on the 12th Street community.  He got on the phone right away with his top bodyguard RedFoot,  telling him to get a to go truck for The Frybread Express.  Every good party has food available.  Not only food but booze is going to be needed as well.  Apache had to make another call to Flexx-Mitchell.  Once he got him on the phone he requested that the hustler got a shipment of all kinds of booze delivered to the headquarters.  He informed Flexx on the party and now things were underway.  

Apache called another bodyguard to the office.  Sending him out to speak with members of the community and let everyone know that they will be throwing a block party and everyone was invited with food and drinks on the house.  A few hours passed, Then Apache looked out of his window seeing the community piling up in front of the headquarters.  Right on time RedFoot pulled up in the food truck and got straight to work passing out Indian tacos to everyone.  Then came a covered wagon speeding into the Headquarters garage.  Apache went down hoping to see Flexx and the booze.  But all the same it was TwoB making the delivery.

”Thanks TwoB!  You are able to stay around a bit right?”

Not to long after Flexx was seen walking down the street highly protected.  Flexx was one of the only gangsters Apache knew that would walk down the street instead of drive to ensure his own safety.  Everyone loved Flexx and vise versa.  Apache met the hustler halfway down the block.

”Looks like it’s all coming together brother this has ought to be a good one!  Let’s get the bartenders from both of our headquarters to come serve this fine community!”

Flexx agreed and before long everyone was having a good time. They all had full stomachs and a drink in hand.  Flexx and Apache were receiving compliments and praises left and right by the citizens of 12th Street.  Body guards were on high alert just in case more hostiles wanted to try to take over the district again.  It took a lot of blood sweat and tears to get rid of the last group of invaders that Apache wasn’t going to take any chances of that again.

Then out of nowhere 5 police squad cars came raging down the block with sirens blaring.  Stopping about 20 feet from Apache and Flexx the police chief of the district began to approach Apache.  Flexx instantly reached for his pistol but couldn’t get it drawn before Apache gave him the signal to hang tight.  Apache walked up to the police Chief angry.

”What the hell is going on here? What did you come to get your hush money you fuck?”

The police chief spit out a few slick comments before making it clear that that was exactly why he was there.  Apache hesitated to be bribed but he didn’t want to be seen by the community as a cop killer, so he kept his cool and paid a small fee in order to keep the party going smoothly.  Apache turned back to the irritated Flexx-Mitchell.

”Well now that that is out of the way LETS PARTY!

“That’s alright, they can’t stop our hustle or our party, we bout to turn it up”

Flexx says as he pulls a blunt from his pocket and lights it. He takes a few puffs and passes it to Apache,

“Yo, so we got everything set up, we just have to jump it off,”

Flexx says as they start to walk,

“I think we can use the whole block, plus the common areas in the HQ’s, we got the man power to hold it down, plus we can get a kite out to everyone letting them know.”

Flexx takes the blunt back from Apache and takes a few more drags before passing it to Taga, as they approach the center of the block you could see TwoB making her way from the HQ, always on the grind making things happen Flexx knew the right hand was a fit for his match. Hustler to huster. You could see the streets start to fill. The everyday flow of the life we lived. It was always a hustle and bustle. Flexx looks over and he could see a few of his hustlers making moves like it was an everyday thing. Always out moving product. The hustle, it was a way of life. He walks over and there was a short bar set up, there was a tender and some assistance serving drinks. Flexx looks over to Apache and then over to the bar.

“Shall we.?”

He says with a smirk on his face taking another drag of his blunt as they make their way to the bar. They take a seat on a few stools and order their drinks. They sit looking at the city flourish and the mobsters mingle and meet the new and the old.

TwoB had gotten the word about a big party she knew it would be something big and fun after all we are celebrating big things
and that it's gonna be a good day!
Meeting her family and friends is always great

she knew they needed something like this , it was a big move moving to the 12th so everyone could use this
opportunity to relax and chill that will make us more focus and will increase our productivity 

she made sure that her assignments were done perfectly and that she didn't miss a thing
TwoB was making her way form the Head Quarters when she noticed
Apache and Flexx-Mitchell The chief of the 12th and The hustler themselves! going for a drink 

she followed to check in and keep them updated
"Hey Chief Hey boss ,everything is almost in place so just say the words and we are ready to go!"
TwoB said with an excited tone
while Thinking about how much fun this will be .

Dark Lotus had been away on business, the flight home was bumpy and the kid behind her kept kicking the seat. She honestly had thoughts of snuffing the brat once or twice.  She was so grateful to be on the ground and away from the kid. She enter the car waiting for her outside the terminal. " Home James " she told the driver.   James craned his head to look her at through the rear view mirror.  "Boss, there is a Block Party on 12th street." 

The sound of a party brightened her smile and raised her energy. "12th street then James, I could use a good drink and bit of relaxation." James turned and drove through the Detroit city traffic in silence.  He pulled up behind The Frybread Express,  Dark Lotus told James to take the car home, she would find a ride home after the party. As he pulled away she walked to the bar and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. Waiting for her drink she scanned the crowd seeing who had arrived already.

THG walks up newly in the fold of the block but, on a mission to join in the success. She is wearing is her iconic white raincoat and hat, with her colt 38 super 1911 under her raincoat on the left side. She walks up to the three Don's Apache, Flexx, and TwoB, and pays her respects.

"it is a pleasure to be in the fold with such a great structure of a family." She says as she gets a drink then looks around at everything going on.

She begins to remember how she got into this life.

It all started when THG mom Buckwheated her fother, she went to jail. I was left all alone on in this world so to survive I had to start hustlin. that is where I meat Flexx, he brought me in. it was there that I met TwoB, my first friend, I have had in sum years.

Apace began to notice people coming out from their homes along with family members of Flexx’s and his own families.  It was starting to look good and packed out on 12th Street.  Apache and Flexx were standing around smoking a blunt that of coarse Flexx provided. That was when TwoB and The_Holly_Gun walked over to make their appearance.  

“We can get this party started whenever now!  I want it to last through the night.  So be sure everyone gets nice and drunk for the occasion.”

Apache hit the blunt a few more times before passing it back to Flexx-Mitchell.  He then looked over to THG in excitement.

”It’s nice to see you associating yourself with our family!  Here’s a little gift for gratitude don’t spend it all in one place.”

Apache have the new comer an envelope with a reasonable amount of cash inside.  After a few minutes of chit chat DarkLotus came walking up looking very irritated from he flight.  Apache often took flights and felt her pain.

”Glad to see you can make it DarkLotus!  How was your flight?”

by this time a lot of small business owners started to set up stands on the block in hopes of making a quick buck.  But one business stood out to Apache, a young boy probably about 15 years old had set up a high chair and had everything laid out below it in order to shin any style or color shoes.  For the next hour or so Apache kept a close eye on the kid making sure he was ok.  He noticed a gangster style Italian man receiving services from the boy.  Then he got up and walked away.  You could tell by the look on the kids face that the man didn’t pay.  The boy looked disappointed and sad as if he didn’t do a good enough job.

”Excuse me family I’ll be right back!”

Apache walked away from his family and fast paced walked to the thug that took the kids money.  He knew his family was not to far behind him as they could always tell when Apache had a discomfort anger feeling.  Without hesitation Apache grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and landed 3 viscous head butts into the Italian mans nise.  Blood was leaking out of his nasal cavity profusely. Apache held the limp body up by his collar still.

”If you are in 12th Street you will follow rules!  Now when you wake up give the damn kid an apology!”

Apache dropped the body onto the cement and kicked it one time in the ribs!

”Nice shoes asshole!”

Apache walked away leaving the body on the sidewalk.  Flexx was on his way behind Apache until he seen the head butts landing that made him stop in shock.  Then Apache walked over to the hard working kid and handed him a hundred dollar bill.

”That will never happen again on this block, keep up the hard work kid!”

Apache went back to where he originated with his family wiped the blood off his forehead, grabbed his drink.

”Now where were we family?”

Rosaleen and Bentley were in Detroit on business.  The deal went well but wouldn’t be finalized until tomorrow giving them time to relax and enjoy themselves.  Bentley had already ventured out to explore the city.  He stopped at a local bar and struck up a conversation with a gentleman that was a member of  The Black Crows organization.  He told Bentley they his Boss Apache was hosting a block party and invited him and any of his friends to come.

Wow, a block party Bentley.  I haven’t been to a block party in years.  Oh, it sounds like fun let’s go.  Just give me a little time to get ready.

Rosaleen was pleased that she had thrown one of her favorite dresses in her suitcase.  It was perfect for this occasion.  It was an adorable pink lace dress that draped in the front showing just enough cleavage and draped to expose her entire back.  She put on her white heels but quickly took them off and she put on her white sandals.  She knew she would be doing a bit of walking and wanted to be really comfortable.   She looked in the mirror and had to say to herself “You sexy thang”

She and Bentley made their way to 12^th Street.  They had to park several blocks down from the action but could hear the music.  As they reached the section of 12^th  Street where the party was taken place they had it going on for sure.  As she swayed to the music she could see others dancing In the streets, eating wonderful food and they even had waiters in the streets carrying trays of champagne.  One of the waiters approached Bentley with the tray and he took two glasses and passed me one. As we sipped on our drink Bently notice the friend he had met and had invited him.

We greeted his friend and thank him for inviting us.  He took us over to meet his Boss Apache. As he extended his hand to welcome us I told him.

What a wonderful party this is.  You sure know how to throw one.  I haven’t been to a block party in years but this is totally amazing. 

The street is starting to liven up. People are dancing and drinking. She walks to Apache and says, "Thanks for the cash and enjoy yourself." then walks away.

It upsets THG to see things not going good, she grabs a bottle of 151 whiskey and heads off to an alleyway nearby. On her way there she sees a group of 3 boys take a young girl kicking into the ally, she was heading to. it looked like something bad did not want to be with them. THG drops her bottle on the grand and tells a 15-year-old boy that has been cleaning shoes to go get Flexx. After explaining what Flexx looked like, who she was and what was happening, she runs to the ally way.

The boy goes to Flexx and tells him where THG gun was

Dark Lotus finally received her drink as she watched the crowd at the party grow. She raised her glass to Apache as he approached asking how her flight had been. " The villa in Tuscany was wonderful as always. Business was handled quickly. The flight as always had something to be desired."  As Apache made his rounds she stood near the bar finishing her drink  a smile on her face as the street started to fill with party goers. 

Feeling the pangs of hunger rumble in her belly Dark Lotus meandered to The Frybread truck and ordered herself some food. Just as she finished eating it she heard her name and the familiar voice of DeadFsh.  She turned as DeadFish approached asking if she wanted to dance. Dark lotus smiled in greeting as she looked over to the stage where the live band was playing some jazz tune with a small crowd bopping and swaying. She smiled to DeadFish," A bit of dancing sounds like fun." Dark Lotus and DeadFish walked over to where the music was playing as they did she noticed THG send the young shoe lad off as she pushed toward an alley way.  She continued to watch the scene as her and Deadfish made it to the band area.

Flexx was enjoying the moment, and continued to move around and mingle. He saw so many that he came up with in attendance, and a lot that he just met. He was at the bar rolling a few more blunts. Across the room he saw his RH TwoB. He finished rolling the blunts and out them in his breast pocket. He took one out and lit it before making his way over to say wassup to his RH. As he walks over he greets more associates and Detroit members. As he approaches TwoB he reaches his hand out for a handshake. As TwoB reaches out Flexx passes TwoB a drink.

“Hey, good to see ya. Appreciate your hard work in this. Come by Mitchell Estates Detroit, I have an office for you their, come get set up when you get a sec. We have a lot of work”

Flexx smiles and toast with TwoB, he takes a drag of his blunt as he looks around at everyone and everything going on. It was good business and he was proud to be apart of it. Flexx looks over and he sees a few young thugs just getting into the game. He goes over to greet them, and shed a little knowledge on them. Who knows if they would listen. He walks over and passes one of the thugs a blunt.

“How are you young hustlers. Hope the hustle is good for ya”

Flexx keeps it moving through the crowd. Enjoying the moment.