Dolph and Rodney continued sprinting out of the vicinity, only take every so often to look back to see if the girl was chasing them.. Another minute or so passed by before Dolph stopped, he was out of breath and tossed the duffel bag down on the sidewalk as he began to catch his breath.. Was he really running from some young teenie bopper white girl?? Well yea.. the bitch had a gun.. ain't taking no chances on them crazy white girls, they will pop your ass for not bringing home the milk...

"I think we lost her dog, shit.. quite frankly.. don't even think she tried to chase us.." Rodney said panting

"We should get in touch with Mr. Mastrosimone.. Walking around with 20 kilos just don't feel right homie.."

Dolph nodded at Rodney as he placed his hands on his side, panting himself he replied...

"I got the meet location already homie.. some house off Tompkins Avenue in the "Bedford-Stuyvesant" hood.. told me to make our way their after we landed cuz.." Dolph let out a deep sigh before picking the bag back up off the sidewalk

"You eva been to New York dog?" 

Dolph said as the two men started walking down the street, he was looking around at the surroundings, the houses were extremely nice and much to his surprise, there wasn't a street dealer in sight..

"Man, besides all the shit we been through today.. I guess it's coo homie.. Will be better once we start making that cheddar.." Rodney said with a smirk

"They don't call it the 'Big Apple' for nothing dog, dis the land of opportunity.. we gon' be rich men soon, like that fellow Rothstein.."

Dolph chuckled at Rodney's statement and shook his head before stopping on the side of the curb and flagging down a passing taxi cab

"You a fool you know that? You ain't gon be no 'Arnold Rothstein" homie! Stop playing yourself.."

Rodney and Dolph began going back and forth with each other talking smack as the cab slowly glided to a stop next to the curb.. The two men hopped into the back and took off towards their destination.. Dolph put his head back on the seat and let out a deep sigh as he stuck his hands in his pockets.. The sudden pit drop feeling hit his stomach as he noticed his envelope full of cash was missing.. he began frantically patting his suit coat down until i dawned on him.. that white girl done picked his muhfuckin pockets!! That or it fell out during the scuffle.. Doesn't that be a bitch...

Dolph and Rodney stepped out of the back of the taxicab, Dolph forced Rodney to pay for the cab, on account of MelanieThomas pickpocketing the 15 grand in cash he had in a envelope.. The neighborhood was quite nice, but it was clear as to why Mr. Mastrosimone asked him to meet here.. The community was full of African-Americans and Adolph already knew this was going to be his turf..

A black car was parked out front of the restaurant he was due to meet the Don in.. Dolph threw the duffel bag over his shoulder and headed inside.. A finely dressed italian man stepped forward and stopped him before he could make it to the table, he patted him down for weapons and pulled his piece from his back waistband..

"No guns allowed here Mr. Thornton.. You can get it back when you leave.." 

He put the pistol to the side and gestured for him to sit at the table.. It wasn't @Billy_Mastrosimone like Dolph expected.. it was another man who was dressed in a fine suit.. he gestured for him to take a seat with a smile..

"Mr. Thornton, my apologies.. the Don was busy with business, said you would understand.." the man said as they sat down

"My name is not important, I just come bearing a message for you from The Don himself.."

The man pulled a piece of paper and a envelope from his suit pocket and placed it on the table, pushing it towards Dolph with a smile, Dolph picked up the paper and began reading..

Kings County United ★

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To My Esteemed Colleague, Mr. Adolph Thornton,

I apologize for not meeting with you in person. The transition to New York has been a busy one for myself. I asked you to meet me at this location for a very good reason.. This is going to be your turf. As we discussed before, I did not want drugs sold to minors, or within any distance of schools for that matter. The neighborhood of Bedford-Stuyvesant will be your new home to operate out of. Found in the envelope that is given to you along with this letter is your startup cash, use it to buy a front for your new business.. I don't want this operated like a street corner drug spot. Things need to look legitimate. I expect my kickup as apart of our protection deal, anything you sell in that neighborhood or in ANY part of New York, I get a piece.. Kapeesh? I will be stopping by for a visit in 7 days, you have until then to get things off the ground before I find someone else to run that part of the Brooklyn-Burrough drug trade. Happy day to you Mr. Thornton.

Yours Sincerely,

Don Billy_Mastrosimone

Dolph folded the piece of paper and stuck it in his pocket before picking up the envelope and counting the cash inside of it.. It was much thicker than his last envelope of cash that MelanieThomas got ahold of.. He was sure it was close to 60 grand before sticking it back into the manilla folder.. he was in 60 grand to the mob now.. what was he expected to give back?? Time to go to work.. he thought to himself as he smiled at the man across from him..

"Well, looks like we have a new business partnership then. Tell the Don I appreciate the cash and will make sure things are operating smoothly on this side of the fence when he comes for a visit.."

The man stood up with a smirk as he put on his suit vest and began to get ready to leave..

"The Don thinks highly of you.. it's been ages since the Mob controlled this side of town, if your the man to get that done.. well.. lets just say this little business arrangement should get pretty profitable for both parties.. I'm late for another meeting.. enjoy your day Mr. Thornton."

The man tipped his hat before leaving Dolph's company who was beaming from cheek to cheek at this point.. He wasn't just given a block.. He was given a whole HOOD.. New York wasn't starting to seem so bad after all..

A few days later on what turned out to be a colder than usual morning, Dolph was fast asleep in his apartment at 251 Thompkins Avenue in the heart of the Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood. Awake all night, he could barely hear the muffles of banging at his front door as it grew louder and louder until he finally could realize what it was.. He groaned as he rolled over and grabbed his piece off the nightstand as he groggily made his way to the front door..

He peered out the peephole to see his Lieutenant Rodney West standing there with another associate.. He smirked and unlatched the deadbolt and opened the door for them..

"About time you showed up homie, I done fell asleep.. fucking tired dog.. getting dis shit all setup-" 

He said as he walked back to the couch rubbing sleep from his eyes, Rodney and his associate entered quickly and closed the door..

"Yo my bad dog.. I got caught up in some shit.." Rodney said quickly as he walked over to a chair in the living room with Dolph

"But we made a killing last night G.. word on the street is we got the best product in town.. the junkies are eating it up homie.."

Rodney through down the stack of cash on the table that he made from selling at their drug spot in Herbert Von King Park...

"There's atleast 10gs there my dog.. all for you cuz.. I took my bread already.."

Dolph placed his piece down on the table and picked up the wad of cash and began counting it.. When he was finished he smirked and folded it up and put it in his bathrobe pocket..

"My man's coming through.. but this ain't enough dog.. we need more cashflow then this.."

He said standing up and walking over to the window to look down at the hustle and bustle of the morning street traffic..

"Mr. Mastrosimone said we need to have us a legitimate business homie.. see I got this idea.. We already be pushing drugs.. I know this quack out in Harlem.. well, shit he used to be a street pusha like us.." Dolph said with a laugh

"He prolly be willing to work for us wit a little bit of a push" he said with another smirk

"I want you to take a ride out there with.. who dis?"

He said pausing and looking at Rodney's associate..

"The name is Markeyvius homie.. Markeyvius Cathey...." Rodney's associate said speaking up for himself

"But I prefer to go by my streets name, KeyGlock.."

Dolph smirked at him and walked over to his table and picked up a marijuana blunt from the ashtray and lit it while taking a long puff..

"Take this lil youngsta with you.. get this fool on board to play docta for us dog.."

Dolph said exhaling a large cloud of marijuana smoke.. Rodney nodded and agreed before the bunch of them all vegged out on some good old grass.. The job would get handled at some point..

On the other side of town, Harlem, Rodney and Keyglock slowly crept down the block as they scanned the address' of the houses on the block.. The residents were rather weary of the high class BMW rolling through, and they caught stares on each street they turned on.. It wasn't until about an hour in they finally found the place.. A few men were standing out on the stoop of the house, they looked like drug dealers..

The lookout spotted them and quickly alerted the men who began mean mugging Rodney and Keyglock as they parked nearby the curb.. One of them slowly approached and flaunted his pistol before getting closer..

"What you two cats doing in this side of the hood.. you aint from around here and I suggest you be up out before we have a problem.."

The man said from a few feet away from the car..

"We looking for a fellow by the name of.." He looked down at the paper and read the name out loud..

"Saieed Manisha?"

He sounded confused as he read the name and looked at the thug standing on the sidewalk who burst into laughter

"Ah damn homie, you looking for that quack of a nutjob?? He be on the second floor.. He got all them pills and shit.. new wave shit homie. I don't be fucking with that.." he pointed to the complex

"Goodluck foo, that mans is crazy yo.."

They all had a good chuckle before the two stepped out from the car and made their way inside to the second floor.. The apartments had the names on them, and when finally reaching #6.. Saieed Manisha was emblazoned into the metal plaque under the peephole.. Rodney banged on the door and immediately heard shuffling inside.. He waited a few seconds before pounding again..

"Who is it??" a voice called from inside

"Aye yo, we're friends of Dolph.. he said to come by and pay you a visit-"

There was a loud crash inside as it sounded like the man was scrambling.. Rodney and Keyglock looked at each other before they put a foot through the door and stormed into the place.. It was an absolute pigpen, shit was laying everywhere and the place wreaked of chemicals and nasty food smell.. Saieed darted out from behind a pillar in the living room and made a run for his bedroom.. Keyglock gave chase and tackled the man before he could make it out the bedroom window, sending the two flying into the drywall..

"Ah fuck okay okay you got me!" Saieed said as Keyglock pummeled him in the face a few times and stood back up..

"I'll pay, I'll pay! the cash is over in the drawer..."

Keyglock looked back to Rodney who walked over to the night stand and opened it up.. It was stuffed full of cash.. He smiled and pocketed it..

"Im sure Dolph will be happy about that.. but that aint why we here fool!"

The man looked up from the floor at the two men in the room, he was clearly shaken up..

"Then why else would he send two goons here to harass me!" Saieed said confused

"Dolph asked us to come over here and get you on board wit his new scheme he got going on.. wants you to run your pill scam legit...He offering you a partnership numbnuts.. dis all could have been avoided had you just opened tha door..." Rodney said shaking his head

"So.. whats yo answer.. or am I gonna need to have my associate over here throw you through another wall.." he said with a chuckle

"Tell Mr. Thornton I'll do whatever he asks.. I need a change of scenery anyways.. I'm not welcome around here anymore and all my customers are gone.."

Rodney nodded at Saieed and told him he would deliver the news to Dolph quickly.. The two men left the building and headed back to Bedford..

It was getting late into the evening when the black BMW 303 slowly crept up to the curb outside of Adolph's apartment and parked, The two men easily recruited the quack into Dolph's service, and the men got a little bit of a bonus in the 'cash' that the doc handed over, perhaps Adolph would let them keep it..

The streets were getting quiet as residents began turning in for the night.. A few street dealers could be seen on the corners of Dolph's block, selling to the last of the 5 o'clock rush hour traffic, them working class junkies needed their fix when they got off work too ya know..

"Yo Rodney! The boss was looking for you dog.. said he got some important shit that you and him need to go handle.." a lookout said to him from the side

"Told me when you got back on da block to go up and see him right away homie.."

Rodney closed the door to the BMW behind him and shook his head at the lookout..

"Mans only been here for 5 minutes and I'm already being summoned like a dog and shit.. Tell big homie I'll be up in a minute.. I need to go across the street and handle summin right quick"

The lookout nodded at Rodney and ran up the stairs to the building and inside.. Rodney quickly made his way across the street and into the "trap house" on the block where Keyglock had already ran off too.. The place was always a party.. Women and booze and marijuana were all you could find inside.. Along with gang bangers and a room in the back where the woman wore nothing but their underwear while packing up the drugs..

Rodney pulled out the key to unlock the door to his room and was surprised to find he left it unlocked.. He burst open the door to find one of his associates inside with another woman which sent him over the edge.. Nobody was supposed to be in his room..

"Get the fuck up out here dog!! Next time I catch you in here Ima bust a cap in yo sorry muhfuckin ass..." 

Rodney said as he smacked the dude in the back of the head on the way out.. He shut the door and locked the door before making his way over to behind the headstand of the bed where he pulled it out and pushed in a fake wall.. After shifting the cover, a large safe could be seen.. and after the turn of a few dials.. Rodney opened the safe stuffed full of cash...

He pulled the few stacks of cash from his pocket and stuck it in the safe.. Dolph was gonna get that money.. But if mans wanna treat me like a dog then I'll show him how 'dogs' act... He quickly shut the shafe and put everything back before making his way back across the street to go see Dolph..

Adolph was sitting on his couch in the living room smoking a marijuana cigarette when Rodney came walking through the front door.. Dolph gestured him to come over and sit down in the chair across from him as he flicked the ash of his blunt in the ashtray on the table.. He told his other bodyguards to leave them alone so they could talk..

"So, how did that shit do down with that Quack Saieed? Is he on board wit us dog.." Dolph questioned quickly before taking another puff

"Yea homie, shit went smooth.. he's on board.. told me he needed a change of scenery or some shit.. Keyglock had to tackle his dumbass after he tried to run.. put him through a wall-" Rodney chuckled as he thought about the events that played out

"He was pretty compliant after that.. he's a big bitch homie.." 

Dolph chuckled himself as he exhaled a cloud of smoke and coughed.. He handed the blunt to Rodney who took a puff of his own..

"Good good, look.. we got to go over and see the Don@Billy_Mastrosimone, he called and said some shit went down today and that he's at the hospital.." 

Dolph looked down at the newspaper article on the table as it caught his eye, Flight Of The Crow, he stared for a few seconds before returning his attention back to Rodney when he passed the blunt back..

"Meet me here in the morning and make sure you bring your piece homie.."

Rodney nodded at Dolph, and that concluded their business for now.. Dolph called the guards back in and started passing around a fresh blunt that he lit.. The party for the night was just getting started..

Chapter Three: The Kingpin Of Bedford

After handling himself well for the Don, Adolph was given the rank of Made Man, the first man of color to break the barrier in a long time, but @Billy_Mastrosimone saw the potential in him after he was willing to murder for the family. It had been a few months now since arriving in New York, Dolph had nestled himself greatly in the community of Bedford, but there was still a local gang that was giving him problems.. His new task was to flush them out and establish complete control over the Bedford-Stuyvesant area..

It was a quiet Sunday morning in what was going to turn out to be a scorching hot day, kids were playing baseball in the street.. wacking the ball around and storming around the 'made up' bases they all agreed upon. Dolph took his first steps out of his apartment on 251 Thompkins Avenue in the heart of Bedford.. followed by his entourage of guards he was always a spectacle to the community when he made an appearance..

Kids ran over to him to greet him as Dolph handed out 5 dollar bills to them all and sent them on their way.. He was a pillar in the community, but many folk knew what his business consisted of past dark..

"Yo Dolph, my dog! we need to talk!" Rodney said as he came running across the street to greet his boss

"Them cats from Clinton Hill was just rolling through our hood not too long ago.. we need to handle them fools sooner or later homie.. I think I got a plan.."

Dolph nodded at him and sent the last of the kids on their way.. Rodney smirked at them and took Dolph by the shoulder and started walking with him down the block with the rest of the entourage..

"You see, we running thin on men.. this war for control of Bedford has been costing us alot of lives my dog.. Lil Tim just got locked up yesterday homie for that murder rap he took for us.. we need to recruit some fresh blood into our ranks.." Rodney said carefully, stopping when residents walked past..

"Yea.. I'm listening.." Dolph replied quickly

"You see.. all dem lil cats come up to you everyday.. you like god around here son! I think it's time to recruit some baby gangstas into the mix.. Them Clinton Boys wont even see it coming.." Rodney said quickly as he pointed at the youngsters in the street

"The Don would never approve of this homie.. He got a thing for kids and all that.. plus.. that's just immoral dog.. them kids don't know any better..." Dolph scoffed at him

"If we don't... them Clinton cats will for sure homie.. Think about it.."

Dolph made it pretty clear that he was not okay with this before leaving the presence of Rodney.. Little did he know.. Rodney already recruited a few baby gangstas into the mix.. And one was set to commit a hit this evening..

On the other side of Bedford in the Clinton Hills area, Byron Davis and his crew were setting out for the day on their rounds to pick up cash from the various street dealers.. Davis was just a street Lieutenant for the Clinton Boys.. Their boss was his older brother, Trenton Davis.. They both grew up in Bedford and had controlled the local drug trade for some time.. That was until Dolph showed up with his crack and heroin for half the price...

Times had been tough, but the Clinton Boys had been winning the street war for now.. Dolph's influence and strength wasn't great, but he was a Made Man in the local mafia.. He was considered untouchable.. The Davis brothers had limited options, and resorted to roughing up his street dealers and robbing from his local stash houses in Bedford Heights.. It was the bloodiest conflict the Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood had seen ever..

The car came to a stop at the corner of Dekalb and Clinton Ave.. Byron stepped out and walked over to his street dealer on the corner..

"Was good homie.. you got that for me?" Byron said as they both shook hands

"Been a rough night and morning, you know how it is.. them Paper Route boys got that work for half the price.. junkies aint coming by no moe.."

The dealer handed over the cash he had made in the last day, it was a little over a grand..

"You just keep up what your doing.. Trenton got everything worked out.. we gon' hit them boys hard and send them packing back to their boss"

Byron quickly walked back over to his vehicle and left the area, leaving the street dealer and his lookout by themselves.. About an hour went by until a young kid riding a bike came down the block.. He couldn't have been older then 12 or 13.. and the lookout paid no mind to him as he rode by on the bike..

The street dealer took note but.. it was just a kid he thought to himself.. He kept dealing to the junkies who came by, and keeping a watch out for 5.0.. another few minutes went by and the kid still hadn't left..

"Aye yo kid, the fuck you doing here.. you need to clear out this aint no place for playing.." The dealer said 

"Who said I was here playing, I'm just riding my bike man" the kid replied with a snotty attitude as he rode in circles in the street

"Yo kid I aint playing.. clear out last warning.."

The dealer lifted up his shirt and flaunted his pistol to intimidate the kid as he stepped closer to the curb.. The kid stopped and pulled a small machine pistol from under his shirt, sending the dealers eyes wide as the kid unloaded the clip into him before he could pull his piece from his waist side.. The kid quickly took off on the bike as the lookout came running from behind the corner.. confused as to what just transpired.. 

It was getting late into sunday evening, Rodney and his lookouts departed from the traphouse on Thompkins Ave and began walking down to Herbert Von King Park to setup shop for the night.. The group was laughing and smoking, some had 40oz beers in hands, others just were enjoying the weed high.. It was gonna be what seemed like another easy night...

A dark car turned the corner of Thompkins Ave and drove past the group slowly, the men inside mean mugging Adolphs crew as they threw up various gang signs and began trying to intimidate the other.. The car peeled out and sped off into the shadows.. The group laughed and continued on their way..

"Them cats was some straight bustas you seen that?" one man joked as they neared the park now

"Probably them Clinton boys.. scared as hell.."

Rodney and his crew barely made it to the South Gate when that same car turned the corner again and cut the lights.. Everyone scattered as they knew it was a drive by shooting.. Bullets began ramping through the air as it riddles holes into the metal fence bars that lined the park.. The car sped off again into the shadows, leaving one of Rodney's men laying there dead...

"Fuck!" Rodney exclaimed

"Bitch ass mothafuckas got Jerrold.. fuck man!" 

The group gathered around and helped carry their man back to the Bedford Clinic.. The sirens began to whale in the distance as the police were responding to the shots quickly.. The war in Bedford was at its peak..

In the midst of the war in Bedford, another mob war had broken out in the streets.. Mobsters were being slain left and right as Dolph and his crew tried to conduct their business as usual.. Today was set to be the day that Dolph put an end to the brutal war in Bedford that resulted in the recruiting of underage gangsters from the community..

Gunshots were popping off on various corners, police sirens were wailing, stores and business were firebombed.. It was an absolute battlefield in the streets. The ensuing chaos around them allowed for Dolph and his two associates, Keyglock and Rodney, to slip through into Clinton Hills without being noticed, taking back alleys and such to stay off the main streets to avoid getting shot..

"This is the play dog.."

The group paused at the back door of a building in the dead of Clinton Hills.. They all counted to three before storming through the back door with guns drawn.. The gangsters inside were taken by surprise and were easily clipped as Dolph and his crew began clearing the house.. A gangbanger trying to flee was popped in the back as he ran for the front door, and another as he came down the stairs trying to shoot someone of his own..

"Keep pushing through homie" 

Dolph said as he closely followed behind Keyglock up the stairs.. A shuffle could be heard from down the hallway, and then bullets behan ripping through the walls sending them fleeing back down the stairs, the man had a machine gun and was emptying clip after clip down the hallway in a attempt to hold off the intruders

"You bitch ass mark, you gon' run out of ammo soon"

Sure enough, the gun stopped and the group stormed upstairs again.. Keyglock was hit in the shoulder as he turned the corner but his bullet found its home in the temple of one of the Davis' brothers temple.. The shooting ceased to a stop as all the gangsters in the house lay dead in various rooms.. It was a bloodbath..

Dolph walked over and leaned down with a smirk on his face as he stuck a marijuana cigarette in his mouth and ignited it, taking a long drag and exhaling as he examined the dead body before him..

"This was the younger brother.. Byron.. any of yall seen his older brother? Thats the cat we need to aim foe"

Keyglock and Rodney replied no as they searched around.. Dolph chuckled and stood up from the body and gestured the rest of the men to follow behind him.. Trenton would be dead soon enough...

It was getting late into the evening, Tuesday had come and gone and not a peep from the Clinton Boys since one of their leaders was clipped the previous day.. Adolph was sitting in his apartment, smoking and counting cash when a large pound on the door came.. He grabbed his piece and slowly walked to the front door and looked out the peephole, it was Keyglock...

"Whats going on homie?" 

Dolph said as he opened the door for his associate and gestured for him to come in and effectively locking the door behind them

"You heard anything more about Trenton?" Dolph said as they sat down in the living room

"Nah dog, he went underground after you murdered his brother.. word on the street is he fled to Philadelphia for protection.."

Keyglock took the blunt from Dolph and took a long puff and exhaled as the marijuana flowed through his body

"Seems like Bedford belongs to us now.." Dolph mumbled as he stood up and approached the window..

"Know what dog.. look into that for me.. get our cop on our payroll down at the precinct to pull his file.. I wanna know if they fool got family out in Philly.. I ain't gonna rest until that fool in a bodybag.."

Keyglock replied that he would see it done, leaving Dolph to himself in the heart of his apartment as he contemplated his next move against the Clinton Boys..

New information had surfaced that Trenton had fled New York City, leaving Adolph as the "Kingpin of Bedford" .. a title he didn't think he would earn this easily.. but he knew the way of the underworld, Trenton needed to be hunted down and executed or he would crawl out of the woodworks to reclaim his throne once Dolph got too comfortable..

His men down on the force had a tip that Trenton had been seen my Philadelphia's finest out in Society Hill, another predominantly African-American community..

"Keyglock, where you at dog.." Dolph said as he came walking out of his bedroom with his duffel bag in hand

"We got a plane to catch homie.. aint got time for messing around in the mirror wit yo pretty looking ass"

Dolph said chuckling as he picked up a blunt from the nearby ashetray and stuck it in his mouth as he ignite it..

"Don't be rushing me G, I gotta make sure i look sharp for dem females.."

"Boy aint no females interested in you.. and we going out on business fool, play time is for later.."

Keyglock glared at Dolph and shook his head before turning back to the mirror and wiped himself off clean.. He shutoff the bathroom light and came out to the living room where Dolph passed him the blunt

"Whatever homie, I'm ready.." he said taking a long drag before passing it back to Dolph

"I'll go get the car ready.."

Keyglock picked up Dolph's bag and left him alone in his apartment as he stared out the window at the streets while puffing on his marijuana cigarette.. The past few months had been a rollercoaster for Dolph, carrying out hits, dealing drugs, becoming made in the mafia.. He was living out his kid dream of being a gangster and he couldn't be happier..

The plane landed hard on the Philadelphia Airport tarmac as it came to a landing.. Dolph had been to Philly previously on some business with Billy's cousin AddieMoretti- but hadn't been here since.. He had hoped that the disturbance he caused previously would not cause him any unwanted attention while here for business.. The plane finally came to a stop and the passengers, including Dolph, were quickly and safely boarded off the plane and into the terminals to retrieve their bags..

Keyglock followed closely behind Dolph as they moved towards the baggage claim area..

"You want me to get in touch with the homie Rodney? Let him know we landed safe dog?" Keyglock asked him

"Do that when we get to the hotel-" Dolph paused and pointed towards the exit

"Go get us a cab homie.."

Keyglock nodded and left Dolph to grab his bag.. Thankfully this time his bag didn't get mixed up with someone else's .. but he also wasn't transporting 20 kilos of cocaine so.. there was also that.. He chuckled to himself at this thought before picking up his black duffel bag from the baggage rollers.. Trenton Davis was supposedly hiding out in Society Hill, a neighborhood just east of Bella Vista, that would be the first place he started looking..

The cab came to a stop outside the hotel in Bella Vista.. Dolph and Keyglock quickly exited as he tossed the driver a 100$ bill and shut the door behind him. The place was mediocre at best.. but it would do for now. The two entered the lobby and found the receptionist sitting behind the counter, she was fairly attractive and Keyglock was already doing his stupid swag walk...

"Good evening gentleman.. how may I help you" she said politely

"Yea, we need us two rooms miss thang" Keyglock said as he arrogantly slid up to the counter

"One for me and my homie here.."

Dolph shook his head and pushed Keyglock back away from the counter and chuckled

"Excuse him miss, he's like a little kid at a candy store around woman.. two rooms for us like my homie said.."

He put a few hundred dollars down on the counter and smirked

"I hope that is enough for a few nights.. and make sure you take a tip for yourself"

The lady smiled and took the cash before handing him his two keycards and pointing him towards the stairs to get to the second floor where their rooms were located. Keyglock attempted one last time to talk to the lady before Dolph yanked him by his shirt and they were off and away upstairs to the room.. 

Upon entering his room.. Dolph was quite upset with the mediocre furniture.. The bed seemed rather stiff.. it just wasn't the same as his kingsize bed back in New York.. He let out a sigh and threw his bag down before exiting his room and going next door to Keyglocks room.. He was already watching T.V and rolling up a blunt...

"Aye fool, I thought i told you to call Rodney when we got here.." Dolph scoffed as he entered the room

"Ah fuck, lemmie call him homie.."

He quickly finished and picked up the phone next to him and dialed out.. it was a few rings before Rodney picked up.. Keyglock gave him the lowdown and received the info what was going on.. there was a few more exchange of words before he hung up the phone.. Dolph by now had stolen that blunt and sparked it up.. 

"Dam homie, just gonna come over here and take a man's green and shit.. lemmie hit dat!" Keyglock said reaching for the blunt

"So, whats going on back in Bedford?" Dolph said exhaling a cloud of smoke

"Everything coo, money and product is still flowing like we neva left.. be smooth G Rodney got everything under control.. he said he got a fat bag for you when you get back.."

Dolph smiled and coughed a bit before going over to the fridge and pulling a water to drink..

"Good.. We gon' go out tonight and look around at some bars for this cat Trenton.. that cop of yours said he was in Society Hill right?"

"Yea homie.. he's finna be around.. heard he tryna startup his own crew here.. Won't be hard to find em"

Dolph nodded at Keyglock before taking his seat again to finish smoking the blunt while watching that crazy new T.V shit that be everywhere nowadays.. Shit kinda sucked though he thought to himself.. It was all in fucking black and white...

The night was getting late, after hours was in full effect as men and woman could be seen dressed in fine suits and formal dress' as they scurried off to their favorite speakeasy for the night.. The taxi cab Keyglock and Dolph found themselves in was quite musty, and stunk of cigarettes and booze and it was driven by an even further disgusting human being whom was wearing a stained wife beater and belching constantly..

"We almost there fellas"

The driver said to them before letting out a large belch and chuckling

"That was some good push huh?"

"You one sick mothafucka homie, you know that?? Just let us out here dog we can walk the rest of the way.."

The cab pulled over and punched the fare button and before he could turn around and say anything, Dolph tossed the cash at him and quickly exited the shit mobile.. The cab slowly took off from the sidewalk and backfired as it did so, sending out a loud pop and scaring the shit out of the two men..

"Dam dog! This mothafucka even got a shitty ass cab too.. out here laying down shots and shit.." Dolph said laughing

"Lets go and find us a drink and look around homie.."

Dolph said as he looked down the block at a lit up sign that hinted that booze was located there

"Make sure you keep your eyes peeled homie.. something don't feel right about this hood."

The two men quickly made their way down the block and inside the local speakeasy to get a drink.. The place was packed full, and upon entering they received stares as the place went silent.. It was pretty evident this was a "locals only" type of place because a few of the patrons and what appeared to be guards would not stop staring them down..

Dolph mean mugged the men back, knowing he was a made man, these suckas couldn't do shit to him or there would be hell to pay..

"Excuse me homie.. I'm here looking for someone..." Dolph said to the dark skinned bartender behind the counter

"The man goes by Trenton.. Trenton Davis?"

The man's eyes went narrow before grunting back at Dolph as he wiped up a spill on the counter and pointed towards the back room

"Go back there.. someone you may want to talk to is expecting you.."

Dolph felt a little uneasy and glanced at Keyglock who shrugged.. Well, they had come this far there was no turning back now... Dolph thanked the bartender and made his way towards the back of the place.. A guard following him the entire way..

Upon reaching the back he was shuffled to another room where he entered and a man was sitting at a black stained oak desk wearing a extravagant white desk with a fedora.. He was another man of color and he smiled as Dolph entered the room, gesturing for him to sit..

"Who is you homie? Look I'm just here looking for a cat named Trenton Davis.. After I find dude, I'll be out of your hood..."

Dolph could sense this man had some great power, The man chuckled at him and again asked him to sit.. Reluctantly Dolph did just that..

"Mr. Thornton, me and my associates have been watching you since you arrived here in Bella Vista this morning.. excuse me if we are a bit tight on security.. but we have a new local problem that's been giving me a headache-" the man paused and smiled

"I believe this Trenton fellow is perhaps the same man we are both thinking of.. he popped up on these streets a few weeks ago and since has been stirring up trouble at multiple trap houses around my district, shooting and killing my men.."

The man was visibly quite upset as he began to rant about Davis.. Dolph knew this was a chance to make a new friendship in another city...

"I hear you homie.. seems we got a similar problem that needs handling.. It's just me and my man's here.. but if you and I joined up together, we could find this cat and put him six feet under.. what that sound like to you homie.. you in?" Dolph stood up and held his hand out

"I'm in Mr. Thornton.."

The man stood up from his desk and shook Dolph's hand firmly with a smile on his face.. He was quite the figure standing tall and bulky.. He looks like he could slap a man down with his one finger..

"The name is Biggie, NotoriousBIG ..." he said to him as he shook Dolph's hand

"They call me Young Dolph back home.. but you can just call me Dolph for short.. no more of that Mr. Thornton shit dog.."

And just like that, a newfound partnership was formed in Philadelphia...

Some days later as Keyglock was making his rounds in Society Hill did he spot one of Trenton's boys walking down the block.. He was one of the money collectors from New York.. atleast one that he recognized anyways.. and much to his surprise he was unguarded.. Keyglock began blending in with the crowd as he followed the man for a few blocks and keeping his distance..

After a few more collections, he began to quickly leave the area but not before stopping at a payphone.. He set the briefcase down and began dialing numbers into it but was having a hard time getting the call to go through as he slammed the phone on the receiver and tried again.. Keyglock took this opportunity to sneak up on the man...

Taking a piece of wood that was sitting on the side of the nearby building, Keyglock wedged it into the top of the phone booth before stepping back and pulling his pistol from his waistband.. the man turned and his eyes went wide..

"Young Dolph sends his regards bitch.."

Keyglock began emptying his clip into the phone booth, the blood spattering all over the walls as the bullets ripped through the glass and his body before erupting out of the back of the booth, sending the glass crashing to the floor.. nearby citizens on the street began running and yelling from the scene.. the runner was slumped against the glass in the phone booth as he breathed heavily as he barely clung onto life...

Keyglock reloaded his gun and slowly approached the booth, taking the briefcase and stepping back with a smirk..

"Don't worry homie.. your boss will be joining you soon.."

As the man tried to mumble something, probably to plead for his life, Keyglock raised the pistol to his face and let one more round off into the skull of the man bleeding out in the booth.. He smiled and stuck his pistol in his waistband before he walked away from the scene whistling with a briefcase full of cash in hand..

Closing in on the dead of midnight, Dolph and his bodyguard Keyglock were out on a late night munchie mission.. Getting high always called for late night food runs, and the local chicken spot was one of his favorites.. Society Hill only had one, it was a fast food chain and had monopolized the area.. something chicken bell... he didn't really care for the name, Dolph just knew they had the best chicken in the hood...

The car pulled up to the drive through and they all began ordering.. The car was full of his goons besides him and Keyglock.. they didn't roll around without extra protection these days of course...

"Let me get a number 8.. two number 12's.. and whatchu want homie?"

Dolph ordered and then turned to Keyglock who then began ordering.. A dark sedan drove by slowly and one of the passengers was mean mugging them.. 

"That will be all-" Dolph said cutting Keyglock off and pulling forward in the line quickly

"Aye yo man what the fuck.. I wasn't done ordering..."

That same car flipped a bitch at the corner and came back creeping slowly.. Dolph was watching the entire time over his shoulder...

"I think we got company homie..." 

Keyglock turned and looked at what Dolph had his eyes on.. The sedan immediately killed it's lights at that instant and began screeching down the block as a masked man hung out the window with a tommy gun..

"DRIVE BY" 

Dolph yelled into the car as he flung his door open and jumped out of the car to escape the bullets.. Keyglock and the other passengers ducked as the bullets riddled the steel car.. What seemed like eternity ended quickly as the gunman ran out of bullets and the car sped off from the scene..

"FUCK, that was one of the Clinton Boys...." Dolph exclaimed as he checked himself to make sure he wasn't hit

"Man... so much for a simple chicken run..."  Keyglock complained as he himself checked his body for bullets

"Least we alive homie..."

Dolph said with a deep sigh before jumping back into the car and speeding away from the scene himself.. The sound of sirens were getting closer and being at the scene was not going to help them... Trenton Davis finally struck back.. guess the cat has some fight in him Dolph thought as he sped off into the shadows..

Following the drive-by shooting, Dolph retreated back to his safehouse deep within Society Hill, the place was insanely well protected, and just a block away from his crew headquarters.. The plan when he came to Philadelphia was to knock out Trenton Davis, his rival from New York, but as Dolph get settled and he found a new partner in NotoriousBIG .. things came to a stalemate, and Trenton was given too much time to recruit hoods to his gang...

Dolph only had a few men left loyal to him from New York, he knew he had to pull others within from his newly established business relations in Philadelphia.. Chromatik was one of these people, she had taken over Dolph's day to day activities when it came to collecting money from his Caporegime around the city, Tuddy_Cicero and Kurokiba.. but he needed some muscle for this war against the last of the Clinton Boys, and their leader Trenton...

The car came to a stop at the curb and he and Keyglock along with his two other men quickly fled from the vehicle and ran inside to safety...

"That was some wild shit G.. what are we gonna do? How you want to retaliate..."

Keyglock said as he shut the door and began locking down the place, giving orders to the homies and their assigned posts...

"We gon' need to recruit us some new talent.." Dolph scoffed as he quickly walked over to his box of pre rolled marijuana cigarettes on the table

"I want you to reachout to the crew tomorrow.. tell them whoever is in need of an extra "paper route" tomorrow to come see me personally in my office down at Paper Route Services ..."

Dolph said quickly before lighting his blunt and exhaling a large cloud of smoke as the effects of the weed took over

"Oh, and make sure yo ass is present too.. I aint gon' be stepping foot out of that place tomorrow, you gon' be leading the crew"

Keyglock nodded before being passed the blunt and taking a puff of his own and exhaling smoke with a smile on his face

"Man, you always got some fire ass shit homie.. this took the mood right away..."

Dolph smirked as the two walked over and sat down on the couch and began chiefing away and going over the business plans for tomorrow..

Adolph_Thornton, could you knock it off for a while?  There's some really important stuff happening right now, and this is a distraction.

Just for a little while, please.

Thanks

Dolph was standing outside on his stoop talking to his guard when a russian man came by.. he stopped by the front of the stairs and much to his surprise had a few words to say to him.. The one word sentence took him by surprise..

"The hell are you talking about homie? Knock it off for awhile..." Dolph and his man turned and faced the man

"This is my block homie, you can just take your sorry ass somewhere else "for awhile" how about that?"

Dolph said as he shooed the man away as he produced his piece from his waistband and flaunted it 

"Go on with yo self.. get..."

Dolph shook his head as the man walked away.. He chuckled to himself.. Aint no respect in these streets anymore is there?