Free Tampa Black: Part ! by Unknown Page A

was doing its thing. Pulling out a freshly rolled Optimo, Trion gave his cousin a serious look before he spoke.
    “Go get Smoke and the rest of the guys; and meet me in the back yard. We need to discuss some family business.”
    Walking around the side of the building, Carlos could hear slurping and moaning sounds echoing in the air. As Smoke stood with his back against the wall, and his eyes rolling in the back of his head; a sexy brown skin stallion was giving him the head job of his life.  The girl must have been related to Super-head, because her performance was Steller. She looked like she was enjoying her offering just as much as Smoke was. The way she was rolling her neck as she bobbed on his manhood, Carlos could have sworn that she was a pro.
    Hating to interrupt their exchange, he cleared his throat.
    “Say dawg, Trion just called a meeting out back. Wrap that shit up my nigga.”
    Far from shy, Smoke exploded in the girls’ mouth as she swallowed his juices.
    “O… Okay dawg, I’m on my way …”
    Standing to walk away, the sexy seductress smiled and licked her lips before whispering into Smoke’s ear.
    “That was just a preview. Call me later Bae…”
    Stepping into the back yard, Smoke saw his two cousins standing in the middle of a sea of bodies. All of the street generals and capos were in attendance. Something inside of Smoke told him that whatever was about to be discussed was important. Walking into the middle of the circle to join Trion and Carlos, smoke heard his cousin call the meeting into order as everyone stood firm in their stance; and bowed their heads.
    Once the meeting was opened, Trion looked into the eyes of his men before speaking.
    “Gentlemen we’re here tonight to enjoy ourselves, and to discuss some family business. Over the last few months we’ve seen a lot more paper, and control over exclusive areas of the city. Jago once told me that,
    “strength is only as relevant as the one who possess it. No man is greater than his purpose. …”
    “Tonight I’m splitting the city into two regions. Carlos you will take North Tampa including all of the suburbs and upscale clientele that we do business with, and Smoke you will take West Tampa including all of the projects that we have spots in. From Rovers Park, Ponce de Leon, West Tampa and Tampa Heights, to Port Tampa and Ebore City, you have the last word on what moves and what doesn’t. Tomorrow we’ll sit down with our guys in these areas to discuss production. The city is ours family. Let’s get this money.”
    As the meeting found its end, everyone bowed their heads for closing words, and the meeting was adjourned. Making their way back inside, everyone was enjoying themselves, playing spades, poker, and dominoes. However, just like any other hood get together it wouldn’t be complete without some drama. Needless to say, it was about to go down…
    Stepping out onto the front porch, Trion was sipping on his drink, watching the huge ce-lo game going on in the front yard when his cousin Tonya pulled back up. Looking like an exotic black china doll, Tonya got out of her truck and began to make her way towards the apartment with the smile and stride of a runway model. Feeling the effects of the cocaine laced blunts and alcohol he had been consuming, one of the guys in the dice game stood up and grabbed her arm.
    “Damn sexy, slow down and let me holla at you for a minute.”
    Agitated at his touch, Tonya frowned and snatched her arm away.
    “Nigga get your motherfucken hands off me. What’s wrong with you? I don’t know you like that …”
    Matching her agitation, he stepped so close to her that she could smell the weed and alcohol on his breath. Grabbing her arm again, he spoke through clinched teeth,        
    “bitch don’t try to flex on me like you’re too good for a nigga. Hoe you get drop money in these streets, so don’t play like you’re too good to fuck with me …”
    Now passed annoyed, Tonya