Souljas Story 2: Blood Money

By Mr. A.I.T

The saga continues, but this time Soulja has the money and power. Hes finally living the lavish life he has always dreamed of while hustling in the streets of Gary, Indiana. But was the price paid worth the wealth accumulated. While the kidnapping, robbery, and murder of Slick, a local drug dealer, brought Soulja keys of uncut drugs, it also brought him heat he never dreamed of and consequences that lead to more kidnappings, wars, and murders. With warrants for his arrest by the Feds and a bounty on his head by the cartel, Soulja has to maneuver smartly to move all the product he has, so he brought in new members after losing old ones. So will Soulja be the last man standing, or will the Feds or the cartel track him down?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Mar 16, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466918856

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Contents

Dedication

The Call

A new day

The Good Life

Second Squad

The Dope Game

Extreme Measures

The Future

Chess Play

A.I.T Records

Little Big Man

Fired Up

Always Something

Boss Shit

Delivery Man

Bo Jangle

Baby Girls

Special’s Day

Independence Day

L.C.’s Rain

A Brother’s Fury

Shots Fired

Vengance

The Sota

Riding Threw The Past

The High Life

Out For Blood

The Counsel

Gary, Indiana

Remember Me

Caine

Bad Intel

Big Bounty

News Conference

Loaded Dice

Going Home

Trouble

It’s Real

Patience

Mission Possible

Follow Up

Black List

Time To Exhale

Angel D

Home Invasion

Hello

Federal Building

We Finally Meet

Closing In

Surprise

New And Improved

Hello Mr. Parelli

Phone Tag

Team Effort

The Aftermath

Near Miss

I’m Ready

A Souldiers Farewell

Dedication

I dedicate this book to my madear, my grandma who lost her battle with cancer in July 2011, but not before seeing my first book completed. I know she’s looking down from heaven watching over her loved ones. I dedicate this book to Odessa Martin, the only person besides my grandma who believed in me and did everything in her power to help me achieve my goals. I dedicate this book to my beautiful children and all members of team A.I.T. Last but not least I like to thank the beautiful Nichole Smith for gracing the cover. May god bless you all.

The Call

As the seven bosses of the Cubans drug cartel had their weekly meeting the information they had been waiting on had finally arrived via fax from a crooked FBI agent. The cartel had been trying to find out who stole their drugs and money plus who killed Juan and Carlos. The money in the box Soulja took was about to be sent to the Cartel as well as the drugs but he had them both. The fax said Ronnie Parelli also known as Soulja and his crew took our stuff and killed our guys. The fax was addressed to Hosey a major board member for the Cartel. A bounty of 5 million had been placed on L.C. for special and 10 million for Soulja. The bounty had been sent out through underground mercenaries, ex military, crooked cops and, anyone else paying attention. It wasn’t about the drugs or the money with these guys because they were some of the wealthiest men in the country. It was about respect and they felt Soulja disrespected them by having the balls to steal from people who had lasted this long in the game of other people’s fears and they needed something that important from him, his life.

A new day

To success, said Soulja to Special L.C. and candy while holding up a glass of Chrystal in his plushed out office at Club A.I.T. in Amsterdam. They all said to success in unison holding up their own glasses. To Tye and Lou said Special, to Tye and Lou they all said, then took a sip from their drink. Their share was taken to their people wasn’t it? Said Soulja? Yeah they people straight Bra said.L.C., Soulja had 5 million dollars taken to Tye and Lou’s people to make sure that the kids were straight, and the moms were taking care of to. They both were hoes so they didn’t have girlfriends, they would always say it was less stressful to fuck other niggas girls than send them back home to their man. Everybody in this office is a millionaire now, hell of a thing isn’t it considering where we come from and what we went through to get to where we are now, said Soulja. Be smart and invest using the plugs we got cause it isn’t like niggas from the hood can go drop a million and say I want this or that without red flags going up all over the place and none of us need the feds on us even though they already looking for our asses so be smart. My salon is cool; said Candy I used our people yeah me to said L.C. my shit straight. Special brought her mom a plushed out crib in Alabama so she could be close to her own mom and family members. She also put her in an escalade and opened her up a bank account that would never be empty as long as she lived. It contained nine grand at a time to keep suspicions down, but had an accountant that would automatically reload her account when it drops down. Special had like forty million in two off shore account s so she was cool. Despite being on the run from the laws and the Cartel, Soulja was living the way he always dreamed about in prison. His daughters were ok and set up for life. It hurt him inside that their mom was gone and that’s why he knew he had to somehow get his life back because he knew he couldn’t be a father to his own kids on the run.

The Good Life

Man this is living said L.C. leaving the stage after making it rain with like ten grand in twenties. Which by the way made it a pretty good night for them three girls that were on the stage making their ass clap to the sound of Ludacris pussy poppin? The club was jam packed with guys and girls coming to see the assortment of women of all colors and ethnic back ground. Soulja invested millions into his club and sent out scouts all over the country to find the hottest chicks to come work at his club A.I.T.

The club had three huge stages that popped at the same time and the women would have your neck hurting trying to watch each stage. Up and down stairs were big screens TV’s everywhere. Watching pay per view: or a boxing match. This was the place to be fasho thought all the guys at the stage drooling over Bianca a Cuban goddess who with her five feet even 140 pounds of ass and titties, was bending over pulling her G-string to one side of her ass then spreading her lightly trimmed pussy making the guys empty out their pockets as she grabbed her ankles. By the time she was completely naked the guys were broke from throwing all their money on the stage. Seeing this and not trying to be out done was Trish a Jamaican bombshell and Ariel a Dominican cutie with the perfect apple bottom were performing a beautiful sixty nine on stage for the guys who were tipping and sipping like crazy enjoying the show? They were tonguing each other’s pussy and ass holes like the customers weren’t even there squeezing and spreading each other’s ass cheeks digging in searching for the treasure of orgasm. It was easy for these two because they were roommates as well as a couple already. Soulja sat in his office watching what was going on from his big screen surveillance system. Special was sitting at her own desk counting money before putting it in the office safe. Did u set up the meet with Tim and Bo Jangle; asked Soulja? Yes; she replied I’m supposed to meet with them this weekend. Tye, Wade, and G.I suppose to be there to said; Special. It’s time to move the work we got from our friend said Soulja.

Second Squad

Soulja felt it was time to put the drugs that he stole from the Cartel out on the streets and take over the dope game in several cities and states. He wanted to contact his old squad but knew the feds knew about them so he reached out to some of his people that were doing they own thing and terrorizing the streets.

He had Special to contact one of his little brothers Tim who grew up in South Bend, Indiana with his other brothers and sisters by his mom. Tim was on his way to becoming as crazy as Soulja out there in the streets going in and out of jail for various charges. Soulja felt it was time to bring his little brother into A.I.T.; Bo Jangles was born a menace to society coming up out the local projects on the West Side of Gary, Indiana where survival was his every day mission in life. He was a born hustler and got money at will and would bull doze over anybody in the way of his paper. At first glance you would see Bo and wouldn’t think much about him by his size because he was a lil dude weighing around a hundred fifty five pounds, but what he lacked in weight he made up in heart, because this cat was not to be fucked around with. Bo was definitely one of the most dangerous members out of team A.I.T. G.I. was a big ass youngsta standing a good six feet one weighing around two hundred fifty pounds that practiced martial arts and loved using it every chance he got. Like once at a prison, in Indiana where he and a guard had a disagreement where a guard ended on medical leave and G.I. in the hole for the next year. That made a name for his self after that, the officers knew he had no problem retiring one of them if they got out of pocket with him. Then there was T Wade coming straight out the Motor City, Detroit. This cat was a natural born hustla. After his second prison bit in Detroit for drugs and violence and his name getting hot when a couple of dealers got murdered on the other side of town, he took his boys and two bricks of coke down to Ohio and opened up shop shutting down the competition with bigger sacks and better dope bringing him and his crew war after war that they won each time with brute force and fully automatic weapons. Twenty four hour crack and heroin houses: bringing in close to ten grand a night easy. All these guys were the newest members of Team A.I.T. short for ALWAYS IN TROUBLE. Special set up the meeting in Chicago, Illinois for the weekend to let the fella’s know what was up because it was time to turn it up and get real money like they knew how. Special, L.C. and Candy flew back to the states, all with business to take care of. Special had to meet the fellas, L.C. had to check on his club, and Candy had to check on the salon and the ice cream parlor. They all were full time business men and women with a dark side that they really weren’t in a rush to go back to. At the airport they all went their separate ways to each of their awaiting rental cars. Special had Bo Jangles to ride up to South Bend to pick up Tim in his candy apple red excursion sitting high in the air with twenty six inch choppers. His truck was fit with four drop screen TV’s, play station 2, six twelve’s, three amps, and a band of door and tweeter speakers. He spent a grip on fosgate material and it banged hard. Tim’s girlfriend looked out the door at Bo like he was crazy.

When he pulled up in front of their house playing 2pacs violence shaking every window in the house waking up the baby she had just put to sleep. They stopped in Gary and switched to rental car they were about to drive to the Chi so they wouldn’t get fucked with by the Chicago police. Stop at the gas station I need some squares Bra; said Tim. As they pulled into the gas station