The Real McCoys

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The Real McCoys

Copyright date ©2014 Davian R.Clifton

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Acknowledgments

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Driving onto Norfolk International Terminals, J-Mac was riding in his black Ford F-350 Diesel truck with 26-inch chrome rims. His right hand man Boogie was where he always was when they were handling business, at J-Mac’s side. That night was a big night. They were picking up the largest shipment at one time from one location that the family had ever made. J-Mac had to convince his father that was the best move instead of breaking the shipment down as they normally did.

His contacts at the docks had informed him they were overhauling the surveillance and security systems and they would have a two-hour window, which was more than enough time. He had paid off Customs to clear his container without breaking the locks and he basically owned the terminal police. Therefore, it was a one-time shot for them to make what would be the last buy for the family.

They were making a move away from the conventional drug business, which was going to stir some shit up with a lot of people for sure. There were several major players who depended on the family to supply them and cutting off their supply would cost them a lot of money. They were not going to be happy about that. Their supplier was not going to be happy either. The family moved more of their drugs than anyone else did so their business was going to take a major hit. They were not the type just to start dealing with someone else. J-Mac was a little concerned about them because those South Americans were some crazy muthafuckas.

If it were up to J-Mac, he would just take them all out. He always felt that it was easier to eliminate a potential problem before it became an actual problem.

If you know a nigga is going to trip on you when he finds out about something then take his ass out before the shit ever happens. That way he won’t even see it coming and it will be easy for you to get at him, J-Mac always believed. His father did not agree with him on that.

Don’t be so quick to kill Junior. Sometimes an option will present itself that you had not considered. Let murder be your last option, Big Mac always told him.

J-Mac felt his father was getting soft in his old age, although Big Mac was only in his fifties. Big Mac had an old spirit as his mother always said. He always felt it better to think through a situation before reacting to it.

Quick reactions always end with a lot of dead bodies, Big Mac believed.

J-Mac always admired how his father could always stay calm even when all hell was breaking loose around him. He had a calm demeanor about him that was almost scary. Nothing ever made him come out of his box. He stayed cool and in control at all times. That was very reassuring for J-Mac because he was known to snap at times, and whenever that happened, there were always bodies as a result.

J-Mac was a cold-blooded killer. He was known for how efficient he was as a killer. He could be a ninja about it and kill everybody in the room without anyone knowing better or he could lose it and shoot up an entire building straight Rambo-style. He preferred the Rambo-style; it gave him a big rush.

J-Mac and Boogie had been killing since they were teenagers. His father had put him in charge of a certain neighborhood and he was responsible for collecting the money from their weed boys. A particular guy had looked at J-Mac, decided he wasn’t going to pay, and he disrespected J-Mac in front of a group of guys on the corner when J-Mac and Boogie came to collect the money.

J-Mac and Boogie walked away pissed off and everyone thought he was going to run and tell his father. They didn’t know J-Mac. His father had taught him that if you lost respect in the streets, then you could not do business in the streets. It was just that simple. It wasn’t an hour later when J-Mac and Boogie caught that same guy slipping outside of a convenience store talking to some chick. Before the guy knew what was happening, J-Mac and Boogie hit him in his back with aluminum bats, knocking him to the ground. They beat the man to death right there on the street corner in front of the whole neighborhood. They stood over the man’s badly beaten dead body covered in his blood, and then walked away as if nothing had happened. Everybody saw what happened, but no one saw anything.

That night J-Mac and Boogie made their bones on the streets and no one challenged them again. The word was out that people did not just have to worry about Big Mac, which was enough, but they also had to worry about his son J-Mac and his partner Boogie. If someone made a wrong move, they came up missing. That was the way it was, and things hadn’t changed at all.

J-Mac and Boogie pulled up to the docks and watched the dockworkers unload the containers from the ship. His father knew every man who worked the docks. Most of them were either his family or his wife’s family. They were all on his payroll and they made it easy for him to receive his shipment from South America on a regular basis.

Their operation had been going on for years and it ran like clockwork. No one worked the docks on nights of a shipment unless they were on the payroll. His connect at the Longshoremen Hall, who handled scheduling, made sure of that only security guards that were on the payroll worked the docks on a shipment night. That was easily ensured because Big Mac secretly owned the security company under a dummy corporation. He also made sure that only his contacts in customs worked the nights of a shipment. That was made possible by major payoffs to the regional director of Customs, who was a friend that went to college with J-Mac.

Everyone was paid handsomely and because of that, they were happy and wouldn’t mess things up. The problem was everyone loved the money and they were not going to be happy when it was cut off. J-Mac knew that a major shit storm was coming their way when they pulled out, but it had to happen.

His sister Princess, who was a brilliant scientist, had been working on a new synthetic drug that was going to revolutionize the drug industry. It was a drug made with pure all-natural ingredients and was going to hit the streets harder than crack did in the eighties. It was going to dominate the drug trade across the country and eventually throughout the world making the family more money than they could possibly imagine.

The problem was that their father didn’t know about it. He wanted the family out of the drug business completely. He had been building an empire in the hotel business for years and wanted to focus on that and that alone. That had been Big Mac’s plan since his kids were small. He had never planned on being in the drug business that long. He always believed that as long as you were dealing drugs you placed an expiration date on your life because the only end result was either prison or the cemetery, which in his mind were the same thing.

J-Mac was a little different from his father. He respected his father’s opinion completely but he felt that the money and power from the drug game was unparalleled to anything else. J-Mac loved it and craved it. He had been hustling since middle school when his father showed him the game and he was a natural. He agreed with his father about the eventual outcome of the drug game, but he felt that what his sister was developing was going to change the game completely.

I’m going to be the biggest drug dealer in the world and what I’m dealing isn’t illegal. This is just brilliant, J-Mac thought.

He just had to get past the storm he was about to face. He knew there was going to be many bodies on the street as a result of their leaving the game. People didn’t like it when you cut their money. He also had to convince his father of their next move. He would not go against his father’s wishes. That would never happen. Family always came first.

There it is Boogie; container THS-7869. It’s being loaded onto our trailer liked planned. Everything is going good. Let’s follow it to the Industrial Park in Suffolk and then we can open it and have the guys unload it, said J-Mac as he pulled out behind the truck carrying their stash.

This is the biggest shipment we’ve ever brought in before J. I’m a little worried about this. What if you were wrong this time? Maybe we should’ve brought it in just like before. If something goes wrong, this is a lot of shit to take a hit on, Boogie told his friend.

Make sure everyone is in place Boogie. I don’t want any surprises tonight. If somehow the word got out about this shipment, I want to be ready. Call Tank and Reggie to make sure the perimeter of the park is secured and also call the gate and tell them we’re on our way, J-Mac instructed Boogie. Boogie did not respond he just picked up his phone and followed his instructions.

J-Mac had to admit that he was worried too. They were moving the equivalent of four times their normal shipment. It would normally take them a year to bring in that much product but since it was their last shipment, J-Mac convinced everyone to do it in one shipment. They literally had a trailer full from top to bottom, front to back, with cocaine and heroin. The shipment had a street value of over $500 million and it had everyone on edge.

J-Mac followed the truck at a good distance so that if something happened he could make a move, but also so, if someone were watching they would not notice his truck. They watched the truck pull into the Industrial Park off Wilroy Rd in Suffolk, then back up to the loading dock of an old manufacturing plant. The family had purchased the plant a year earlier and had been moving novelty items out of there for the last four months as a cover. They had purchased the plant and started the novelty shipping business just as a cover for that particular shipment. The plan had been in motion for over a year.

As they drove past the security post while entering the Industrial Park, Boogie noticed there were no security guards at the gate.

J, where the hell the guards at? I just spoke to them and told them we were on our way, Boogie told his friend.

J-Mac reached under his seat and pulled out his 9-mm Glock pistol. Boogie pulled out his pistol-gripped semi-automatic rifle.

Radio the guys and let them know to watch out. I think a hit is on, J-Mac said as he shifted in his seat.

He parked a block from the plant and watched as the truck parked at the loading dock. He observed two of his guys come out of the plant and walk toward the back of the truck. As they were opening the truck, he noticed four guys holding assault rifles come from the side of the building.

There it is. The hit is on just like I figured, J-Mac said.

Shit! Let’s go J. They about to take our load, Boogie stated. He was getting agitated because J-Mac was just watching and not moving.

Yo, what the fuck J? Why we sitting here? We got to save our shit. Let’s get it! Boogie yelled.

At that moment, the robbers shot the driver of the truck killing him. They shot the two guys standing on the loading dock but it didn’t look like they were dead.

Call the guys and tell them to move in now. Tell them not to kill them unless they have to, J-Mac instructed Boogie very calmly.

Boogie grabbed his phone and called the guys. Yo, everyone move in now. Don’t kill them unless you have to, Boogie relayed the message.

They sat in the truck watching their guys move in on the robbers. The robbers were overwhelmed when the nearly twenty men converged on the truck. J-Mac watched his guys take control of the situation and make the robbers drop their guns and get face down on the loading dock.

J-Mac put the truck in drive and drove up to the loading dock. He and Boogie got out of the truck and walked onto the loading dock.

Well…well…well, if it ain’t the infamous Charlie Thomas and his cronies. What’s up Charlie? J-Mac asked the man lying on the dock.

Yo J-Mac, you got this all wrong man. I didn’t know this was your shipment. I was told it was some new dudes coming on the scene. J-Mac you know I wouldn’t fuck with your shit man. I know how you get down. Only a fool would fuck with you and your family man, Charlie tried to explain. Fear dominated his voice.

Charlie…Charlie…Charlie, what should I do about this? You say that you thought it was somebody else’s shipment, right? Who told you about this shipment in the first place? J-Mac asked. He knew Charlie was a small-time want to-be hustler trying to move up and he would not have the connections to know about the shipment.

My cousin works the docks J-Mac and he told me about a shipment coming in. He said he overheard some guys talking and he figured it was a drug shipment coming in. He called me and told me about it asking me to give him $10,000 after I moved the shit. Hell J-Mac, I was going to contact you to move it anyway man, Charlie tried to make a joke about the situation.

What’s your cousin’s name Charlie? J-Mac asked him calmly.

Yo J-Mac, my cousin wouldn’t tell nobody about this man. I can vouch for him, Charlie said trying to convince J-Mac. He knew the reason J-Mac asked was because he was going to go after his cousin. He was trying to save his cousin’s life.

I’m going to ask you again Charlie. What’s your cousin’s name? J-Mac asked as he walked into the warehouse of the plant.

For real J-Mac, I put my life on it that my cousin won’t say anything to nobody. I swear J-Mac man. Please believe me man, Charlie was begging now.

J-Mac came back out of the loading dock driving a forklift. The sound of the forklift made everyone step back. J-Mac was driving with the forks as low as possible to the ground. The tips of the forks were creating sparks as they scraped the ground. He drove fast toward the men on the ground and literally speared two of Charlie’s partners in crime in the side and slammed them into the door of the truck driving the forks deep inside of them. Blood squirted out of them like stuck hogs. Their bodies were hanging from the blades of the forklift.

Charlie started screaming then, Oh shit! Oh shit! His name is Billy. Billy Scranton. His name is Billy Scranton!

J-Mac backed the forklift up and lifted the forks with the two bodies hanging on them while blood dripped all over the loading dock. He turned off the forklift, climbed down, walked over to the back of the truck, and opened the doors. He grabbed one of the boxes, carried it out to the dock, and sat it down right in front of Charlie.

I need you to see what it is you risked your life to steal, J-Mac said to him calmly as he grabbed a pocketknife out of his pocket and unfolded it.

He cut the box open and pulled out a very colorful piñata; the kind kids use at a birthday party. Everyone was shocked to see that because everyone on the dock from Charlie to Boogie to all of J-Mac’s men were confident the truck was full of drugs.

J-Mac sat the piñata down in front of Charlie. He reached in his back and pulled out his pistol. He aimed it at Charlie and put three shots into him and three shots into the other guy with him. J-Mac then turned and walked away headed for