17. Zelan
This nigga Javier has officially lost his muthafuckin mind.
They touched my brother, and everybody is going to die.
I’m not my brother, I have always respected the way he does shit, and it works for him.
The way I do shit is totally fucking different, you will die quick fucking with me.
I had already contacted my grandfather, and he is ready for us when we get there.
Now that’s the shit I’m talking about, he said we didn’t need to bring our own men.
Look son, I just met you. We need to bond slow.
We had a lot to learn about him, just as well he had to get to know us.
One thing he would find is that Juelz and I know how to handle ourselves and we won’t ever back down when we are in danger.
I was ready for war regardless, if he was going to help us or not.
But I’m truly grateful, that he is stepping in and helping me out.
“Tell me who was over my brother’s detail?” I asked Jeff.
“Coby was in charge sir,” Jeff stated, you fucking right that nigga had to come up off that vacation.
“Coby, what happened that caused my muthafuckin brothers detail to be infiltrated and now he is fucking missing!” I yelled.
“Sir, I have no idea. I assigned the detail, and I thought everything was good,” This nigga Coby spoke, all nervous and shit. See, when you ask a question, and if that nigga can’t look you in the eye, that bitch nigga lying.
“Everything was good, huh?” I yelled! POW! POW! I sent two shots to that muthafuckas head.
“Now BITCH, everything is good! Clean this shit up, Jeff let’s roll,” I yelled.
“Sir, how many men should I bring? The plane I rented holds twenty, I have selected the men already,” Bring five of your trusted men, and I got the rest,” I said, just as Meek walked in with, Rel, Jo Jo, young Steve, Ronnie, Mel, Dom, Kane, and Malcom.
This was some of my top shooters in the streets.
These were my niggas, sometimes you have to come off that security detail shit and bring that muthafuckin street fucking heat.
“Glad y’all made it, we good on the weapons?” I asked.
“We ready to go son, just tell us the plan,” Dom responded. That nigga was a stone cold killa, he was ex-military and the best sharp shooter I have ever seen.
“We are headed out to the airport, and we will map all this shit out once we get to Cuba,” I told them.
They nodded, and we got out of there and were on our flight with in forty-five minutes.
My boys was on the flight with Jeff, and me and Meek was on Juelz plane.
The flight to Cuba took us a little over three hours but we landed and were in route to my grandfather’s home.
It took us about twenty minutes, and we had made it to his home.
This nigga had armed guards at a security booth, and when we pulled up to the house that shit looked like four of my houses, and four of Juelz all in one.
Oh, this nigga rich, rich make Juelz rich ass, look like a corner store owner.
We got out the car, and there were some guards walking the grounds and standing at the door.
“Mr. Kassom, welcome to Havana Cuba, Mr. Vega is awaiting your arrival,” the guard stated.
“Thank you, these are my men can you show them where they can relax for a minute,” I stated.
He agreed, and we entered the house, man this shit looked like the damn Barclay Center.
I would get lost trying to find Ari's ass in a house this damn big, I don’t ever need nothing this big.
“Right this way sir,” the butler stated as he lead the way.
“Zelan, son, welcome to Cuba,” My grandfather said, as he came up to give me a hug.
“Thanks, for all the help you are giving us,” I responded.
“Nonsense, you are my flesh and blood; I have already got the information we needed on Juelz. I’m going to cut Ramirez’s fucking throat for touching my grandson!” Santiago yelled. Well, we can say this nigga was angry shit, I guess he takes his grandfather role seriously.
“So, what is the plan for us going in and getting my brother out,” I asked.
“What do you mean son? We will go in the front door and get him. Javier has my grandson in that house, and we are going to get him. The men that work at his gates are my men that work for me. He thinks he has the upper hand, but he doesn’t he never has.
Once we get in the gates, is when the gunplay begins, are you ready?
” Santiago asked. Me and Meek looked at each other very impressed, with how my grandfather runs shit over here.
“We ready, I also want you to meet my best friend and right-hand in my organization, Mekel Jameson, we call him Meek,” I told him.
“Welcome Meek, we will get to know each other later,” Santiago stated. We went into a conference room where the other guys were hanging out and eating food. Once we went over the plan on how we were getting Juelz to safety we loaded up and headed out.
“Bruh make sure that we are together at all times. I need to have eyes on you, I’m not going back to the states without you,” Meek whispered to me.
I nodded because I understood where he was coming from I felt the same way.
Hell, I wanted to make sure all my men made it out safely.
I’m coming brother you just hold on, and I promise I’m coming for you.
I said to myself, Juelz was my big brother and my life was nothing without him in it.
I was going to save him, just as I know he would do the same for me.
It was time to go on a killing spree, everybody in that house could consider themselves dead!
We pulled up to the gates and my grandfather was right.
They let us through and as soon as we saw the guard’s walking the grounds our crew began busting on them.
They were coming from everywhere, and we were picking them off one by one.
Once we jumped out, we were shooting our way up to the front door.
Once that was clear, the security allowed my grandfather to get out.
When we went through the house, more guards were inside, and we shot them niggas up.
Dead bodies were all over this bitch. We saw one of the guards try to make a run, and Meek took off behind him.