The Congregation

WARNING - STRONG LANGUAGE. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. 

Later that evening, Alex and Q-ball went out to a meeting with the Don. This was a monthly meeting held by the five Burroughs which Alex and the War Dogs belonged to. Alex and the Dogs were in charge of one of the Burroughs and the other four leaders meet under the Don who had been appointed leader of the five after years of leading one of the Burroughs himself. He acted as a CEO and managed the rest, set goals, provided product to be sold and reported on the profits.

The Don had been around since the forty's and had seen all the changes that the city had gone through. The whole gang was called the Congregation. There was the north side lead by The Thumpers. The South side were The Irons. On the West side The Cruisers and on the East side The Bruisers. The War Dogs were in charge of Central.

Alex and the other leaders were in constant competition for more control and for an expanding territory. Not only within the Congregation but from other gangs that sought to move in on their turf. Alex was the youngest of the leaders but his crew was among the most vicious and constantly provided the highest sale numbers for the Don who sought to expand the Congregation to other cities. But before he could do that, he needed to have more control of the city and the other gangs.

The meetings were held to ensure that product was moving adequately to fund the corporation because if there was no demand, then there were no funds for the master plan. Sales and profits were what the Congregation was all about and sales were good.

"Hey Alex, heard you go some trouble on you block the other night. What up with that?" said Cronk, the Leader of the South side.

"It's nothing I can't handle. Sent a message putting the fool in the hospital. Won't be trouble to anyone for a while," said Alex confidently.

"That's not what we heard. Word is that same fool you put in the hospital just cock blocked one of your pushers out of a basic spot! I mean, how you gonna keep moving goods if you cant even get it in on a simple yard? That shit is basic," continued Cronk.

Alex was not aware of what Cronk was talking about a bout, looking at Q-ball for answers on this matter.

"Oh you didn't know? Did this incident get through the great Alex? That was just two days ago," continued Cronk.

"Yes, it's true. This incident did get past me, and believe me, I will handle it accordingly. What I do know is that you will be below your number, again, and that you are losing us territory with the Black Roosters war," said Alex, alluding to the turf war the police had been pursuing the last couple of weeks.

"You must feeling very comfortable standing where you are? Having us on the edges protecting your ass. You don't got nothing to worry about because we are the ones keeping the walls up for you," said Cronk resentfully.

"You keep putting up them low figures and don't worry, we'll take your turf from you, if that's what you want," said Alex.

"Over my dead body you'll get that zone! The Irons have held that turf since my pops was in charge when he took it over for the Congregation. We wouldn't even have it if it wasn't for us. And believe me, I aint about to hand it over to some Sunday school choir boy whose nuts haven't fallen yet," said Cronk getting in Alex's face.

"I'll show you where I drop my balls if you don't step off son," pushed back Alex.

"Boys relax! Aint nobody taking anybody's turf," said the raspy, labored voice of the Don who had just come in.

The Congregation was meeting in an old warehouse in the lumber yard district.

"Cronk, is it true that your figures are going to be down again this week?" asked the Don.

"We are just going to miss it by a few K, but we'll make them up on the next round," said Cronk.

"Damnit! This is the third time straight. That is six weeks! What the hell is going on in that area of yours?" demanded to know the Don.

"It aint my fault! The 13th Street and the Roosters are putting heavy pressure on us and the cops are flooding the area at the same time! Something be going down. We are not getting a lot of support neither. We there getting all the heat and we see nobody running over to help out," said Cronk defensively.

"You already got the most number of members with you. What you want us to come down and handle it for you?" said the leader of the North Side Thumpers, Zyrus.

"I'm already short on enforcers cuz yo needed some more and now I got accounts due and can't call on 'em till I get my guys back. I'm looking soft to people who think they can short me!" angrily protested Zyrus.

"Take your bitches back! They didn't do shit neither. They the reason we got pushed back on 17th St! I gave them that corner and now it's all up with Roosters! A bag of burning shit would have put up a bigger fight. It's like they couldn't give it away fast enough," retaliated Cronk.

"Are you calling my boys crooked?" protested Zyrus.

"Nobody is calling anybody crooked," said the Don trying to cool things down.

'I'm not sure they crooked. I'm saying they are bitches," said Cronk to the displeasure of Zyrus.

"You're the bitch!" said Zyrus rising threatening to advance on Cronk, but was held back by his men.

"Everybody calm the fuck down!" shouted the Don hitting his walking stick violently on the ground to point of breaking it. The War Dogs kept to themselves since it was only Alex and Q-Ball.

"So tell us what you need? What else can we do to keep the 13th Street and the Roosters from spilling over to your turf? We need to keep them out. You know that's why we have you there. To keep our borders and push them back. If the 13's and the Roosters are supposed to be fighting each other, then why the hell are we getting pushed back?" asked the Don.

"Ok, ok I'll figure something out. If it means I have to lose my life over it then so be it. That's what it takes," said Cronk putting his hands up in the air.

"Of couse we don't want you or your guys to lose your life. But we gotta come to a solution with this. Let's set up another meeting and focus on this South side issue. We have other things to go over and I don't want to take everyone's time," said the Don. Fact was, the Don had a mistress he wanted to see after the meeting and didn't want to deal with any of the issues. He only wanted to see results.

"Maybe you should let us give it a look Daddy," said the sultry voice of a woman who was entering through the back door. Her name was Brianna, and she was the leader of the all-girls gang known as the Hell Choir or the H.C.'s for short.

They had no turf as the gang consisted of various female members from the other crews that did not want to serve as just 'support' to the male members. These women wanted to have a more proactive role in the organization and greater rewards then their traditional roles allowed them.

"This girl again. Come on Don, we don't have time to deal with the girl scouts!" said Cronk already agitated from the meeting.

"The girl scouts can handle a bigger turf than you can and keep it growing, while yours keep shrinking," shot back Brianna closing her right thumb and index finger to Cronk, eliciting reactions from the rest of the members.

"Girl you better calm your tits before I show you what life in the front lines is really like!" threatened Cronk, but Brianna did not back down or show intimidation from his threat.

"Sit down Cronk. No need for that. Brianna and the H.C.'s are moving along nicely. They've done some good work lately. This is still a little out of their league but later, once they aren't so fresh, they will be good," said the Don.

"Quit encouraging this joke of a group! They should be in the kitchen cutting meat, or in the bedroom eating it," said Cronk.

Brianna looked at her H.C.'s who looked to make a move on Cronk but stopped them.

"Honey, we can handle the heat in kitchen, cuddle your insecure ass in the bedroom when we take over your turf, and still handle those ruffians better than your limp ass can. All at the same time. So why don't you, and your 'boys' go and beat each other off? Since that is the only meat you are capable of beating," said Brianna backed up by her girls.

"Listen you little whore..." again threatened Cronk as he and his boys moved in on Brianna and the H.C.'s but were held back by the other crews.

"Goddamnit Cronk! Calm your ass already. Brianna, we get it! You and your girls want a chance and you'll get it. But the battle with the other gangs is too much for you right now, and for Crank and his crew it seems. So we'll need to come up with a plan for it. Alex! You and your Dogs have been having good success for a while. Get together with Cronk and his Thumpers and figure something out! I don't want to keep seeing falling sales and keep losing corners. I need all of you producing so I can take this bitch nationwide and start making some serious money," said the Don to the displeasure of Cronk, his Thumpers, and the H.C.'s.

"Why do we want any advice from Alex and his puppies? Boys haven't even been in real wars yet!" said Cronk who was about ten years older than Alex, but nowhere near the same physical shape. Cronk had grown old from the hard life in the streets and his heavy party lifestyle, thus his name.

"That's because we haven't needed to," said Alex calmly but assured.

Alex indicated that he and his crew had been able to strategically strike down their opposition with brutality and accuracy, thus not needing or letting an all-out battle to ensue. This was why the other members of the Congregation feared and respected Alex and his War Dogs. His crew also consistently posted bigger and bigger sales and word had it, even presented a new venture to the Don which the Congregation was unaware of. This made the rest of the leaders suspicious.

"Because we are all in the same team, and their figures keep backing up their claims and because I say so!" said the Don.

"They haven't proven to be able to keep minor problems off their back yard! Isn't that why your arm is all fucked up? Why you had to pull your best pusher T.J., and now you even got the fuzz all up on you?" challenged Cronk.

"All of those issues are under control. T.J. is being reassigned to another money making position and the cops don't have anything on us. They don't have any leverage on me or my crew. We are still in control," assured Alex to the Don once again.

"That better be the case because like I said. I don't want anything to slow down. So I don't care how you niggas do it, but I want to see results!" said the Don who was known for having huge mood swings. Going from sedentarily calm to shouting at the drop of a hat.

"Yeah but..." tried to argue Cronk but the Don was not having it.

"No! Nothing more. That's it! I want results. You don't like it. You think you can do better, then do it! You don't want to report to Alex, or Brianna or who the fuck cares who else? Then get me results. Do your fucking job!

If I need to have you bring bodies to these meetings then you gonna do it! Until then, you gonna do what I say! And if I tell you to listen to my mother-fucking gardener then you are gonna do it too. You hear me? So no more. You wanna be in charge, than start by taking charge of your business first. Then we'll talk about moving you up.

And that goes for the whole lot of you. Yous all wanna make the big moneh and do all the fancy shit but none of yous are dong the big moves yet. None of yous are bringing the new business in. You all complain that you want more but none of you are doing more. Bring me results and I'll give you more power. You all want more then you are gonna have to handle more. This aint no place for the timid. You want the good shit then you gotta take bigger risks. Can't be afraid of jail or dying. That has no place in this business," said the Don.

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