Introduction To Hard 2 Da Kore (Hard2daKore Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

had a loyal dude right here, and I was ready to prove it. My boss was a guy named Crosstown Dickey, a slick haired, spats wearing, chubby guy. When I first saw him I thought that he was some kind of math teacher or something. He didn’t look like a big time kingpin type of guy. Not to me anyway. Dickey was always on the move. The first time I saw him it was real quick, and all I got was a “hey what’s good lil man” and a fist bump.
    Not what I kinda had in mind, but “he’ll see my work soon” that’s what I told myself. He and I got along good in the beginning. He seemed to admire my fearlessness to learn about the game. Dickey was easily running about sixty percent of the city’s heroin back then. He paid me $200 hundred dollars a day to make drug runs, count his money and then double count the money. When I tell you that there was lots of it to count, you can take my word on that.
    I found out later that he had a few nightclubs, a stable of hoes and about 5 or 6 gambling joints spread out over town. Dickey was a businessman, not just some big time kingpin who looked like a math teacher. At first I didn’t notice it, but one day it came to me that I never saw Dickey with a right hand man, or someone who followed him around taking orders. He always said “ the right hand could kill you quicker than the left hand could” so he would just up and disappear whenever he felt like it, and pop up unexpectedly whenever he felt like it. He’d come and collect whatever he wanted and then, he was gone. Like a ghost. He had so many people working for him, but never trusted anyone enough to get close to him, with the exception of me of course.
    I liked how smooth Dickey moved. He never announced himself whenever he arrived and never let it be known when he was going to leave. That kept his crew off balanced, and they didn’t know how to come at him. So we all just did as we were told with no questions asked, and everthing worked out fine. Behind the scenes, Dickey’s weakness soon revealed that he loved to drink, gamble, and fuck as many women as he could. After him letting me get in so closely it didn’t take long for me to see that Dickey was gettin’ high, and on his own supply.
    I’d hear him in his bedroom and sometimes in his bathroom sniffling real hard and real fast. You know that sound like somebody is sniffing something up their nose? I’d catch him nodding off and then snap back to consciousness like nothing ever happened. He’d say some shit like he was tired from all the time and work he put in, and hey, if that’s what Dickey said, then that’s what it was. No questions asked or you‘d wind up disappearing just as fast as he could sometimes, because well, just because.                                                                                          
    Months went by as I grew closer to Dickey. He began taking me everywhere he went, so I got to see a lot. I guess he kinda saw me like that son he never had. I got to stay in some really nice places and saw some real pretty women. I also got to see some of the things that some of the women did to some of the men that they would trick with as well. He had me collect money from them from time to time too. After about a year, he started leaving me in charge of tens and sometimes even hundreds of thousands of dollars while he met with clients and customers. I must have became his first right hand man ever, because I started running everything and everybody when he left, and ran it I did, but a little different from how he ran things. I began enforcing my new powerful role by dishing out brutal beatings to users, would be turf snatchers and anyone who acted like they wanted to get out of line. I needed to show Dickey how loyal I was, with no instructions needed.
    I loved the power that he bestilled upon me, so I began to master the art of being a not-so subtle