Chanel Cartel

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Summary

Growing up in Richmond, Virginia the opportunity to grow and expand in the city was limited. Sex, drugs, an guns were more likely to be found on the streets then resources were. Chanel just step foot in the game but was far from a rookie..Her father Alessandro was known as the Capo in the Middle East was the biggest drug Lord of the Spanish Cartel. He taught her every aspect of the game that ran the world before handing her the keys to the city it was a lot on the line Tameka Nor Ramello was going to let it fall down.

Genre
Action/Other
Author
ashleym
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
5.0 1 review
Age Rating
18+

Chanel

Life can't be this real I woke up most days thinking damn here we go again. Whoever said I was going to have to work for the rest of my life. They sure as hell didn't teach that shit in school or prepare us for the real world. Maybe even a heads up that Donald trump would be the president just as the simpsons predicted. Money ran the world it was as simple as that 2pac was on the radio this morning you gotta keep yo head up he was a genius before his time until this day the things he spoke before he died were going on in the world now. One of the reasons I do what I do. Im a hustler That's Right Trying to understand the meaning of life became far off my list. It was brain reckoning just the thought brought a billion worries to mind. The least of my worries now life was like a game of chess. I got a taste of how shit really was truth been told I didn't know what a bill was until I was left paying six Of them !!!! That's right I mean 3 different locations. Nothing came easy either you go out and get it or watch everybody else eat. While you Starving wondering when your next plate gone come shit was really tough it wasn’t like back in the day it was more like watching the world turn fast before it crashed. My alarm clock went of three times every morning one to alarm me i have a hour before it's time to get up the other 30 mins last but not least when it's time on the head. Damn!! 30 mins was all I needed my alarm went off If I knew any better it was best I get up and get my day started now. Money wasn’t going to make it self if I didn’t go get it, There was so much money to be made the energy It took in me not wanting to leave the house today. With the same energy I'll be counting billions already. It was closer then I thought I had visions of counting millions I wanted more then what I already had. My friends thought I was too bigheaded because a regular 9-5 wasn't my lifestyle. It took more practice then patience to make ends meet then just hitting a alarm everyday. I had more then enough to move to the suburbs have kids and live happily ever after in a blink of an eye it can all fall down, nothing was handed too me with every action became a reaction. Too be great you had to have ambition and it couldn’t fade. it wasn't greedy when you grew up not having shit. Clothes and shoes wasn’t the issue. My name is Chanel I was fly as fuck & had everything I wanted. The independence and freedom money brought was what I was living for. When the ball finally got in my court like Jordan I took my shot at 23 Haven’t planned on looking back I was now 28 living a princess dream. I was part one of the biggest drug cartels linked to my city Jalisco Cartel I didn’t agree with many things the cartel was associated with. It wasn’t always about drugs or money families were killed and came up missing. My dad being one to ran them I heard all the horror stories but not the one right before me. I was just beginning deep soon it was time to go out of town, my father was putting the best in charge it was really know comparison just compromise. I did math daily logically You can work 25 years of your life only to provide enough to take care your family and keep a roof over your head. Hoping next pay period you have a few dollars to get something nice. Whereas you can work for yourself or do nothing making more then you ever made.(the streets) In a year using common sense then in 5 years of hard work either way the shit wasn’t right. Neither was selling drugs I was trying to teach the hood instead of hurt them. Though I supplied It Wasnt in my control that was the biggest income on the market. In all willing to take the fall for my operation we were our own worse enemies in this game Moving far Was ok but it wasn’t enough relocating was needed having ties too the cartel. The result if I stayed only meant dead or in jail and I couldn’t do either with the hate in the city and the cartel on rise it was the best option.