Those With Ties ( p || invite only )

Every year; around the first or the second month of the new year. Two drug families get together to show their respect for one another. These little get together's serve as a sign of loyalty to the drug game, territory, and families in question. This has been a requirement ever since the late-mid 90's and has become a sort of rite of passage within the New York Drug Syndicate. This year Juelz Santana; son of Dwayne Moore and steadily raising Kingpin would be the host of one these get together's. He isn't representing his fathers empire, but his own miniature one. However, his actions and words; if disrespectful or distasteful will fall upon not only his shoulders, but his fathers also. He had very little reason to be concerned. Yannick Haas would be the one receiving this little party. The Haas and Moore family have always respected one another when it came drugs and territory. But what about now? Two young up and coming drug lords trying ever so hard to make a name for themselves. Surly respect and territory is thrown out the window due to inexperience, right? In most cases, yes. But there hasn't been an issue the two of them haven't been able to solve just through meetings alone, despite being polar opposites.

Juelz is calculating and prefers subtle approaches to situations laid out for him. He spends a lot of money to make more money. He makes you believe you have a chance to make it in this dark underworld; he temps you to betray him and go about your own way. But upon falling for such mind games, he disposals of said rotten apples and takes over whatever little operation they have and continues from there. Lengthy procedure, but one that works time and time again. While Yannick has his own way upon going about things. Whatever works best for you in this cruel world; that's the fundamental rule of the drug game. Get them to collaborate in one goal as a single unit... New York wouldn't stand a chance.

But what's the fun in that?

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Juelz rented out the entire nightclub; corrupt law enforcers, business men, and pimps infesting the club like the scourge they are known to be. Bodacious strippers sat in the lap of these men as the DJ played tracks to only intensify the night thick with rapture and lust. In the VIP section he sat with a few people of interest surrounding him. they all sat around a black table with bricks of cocaine constructed by Juelz himself. It's a rare thing for him to actually make the substance he distributes, but this is a night that is required for him to supply the best; and drugs are no exception.

"Mmm..."

A stripper would purr in his ear as she straddled his lap; her own hips moving in perfect sync with the beat of the thumping music. Juelz paid the women on top of him very little mind as he looked around the room; the others indulging himself in the substance as if it was irresistible candy. He couldn't help but smirk, not only at the sight, but also as the stripper began bestowing little kisses upon his exposed neck.

"Your boy is on his way, Santana." One of his men entered the room and spoke.

"When he comes just bring him on up, then this party can really begin." Juelz tone was relaxed as he found himself falling victim to the toxic kisses pecked upon his neck. The grunt nodded and allowed the group to get back to their thing.

Rumor has it his uncle was supposed to be here too. His job a simple one: Make sure the two young lords don't rip each other apart if shit goes south. But as far as people knew, Juelz and Yannick had no real issue with one another. But it didn't matter because fuck that Mayhem guy and his spur of the moment ideas.

Middle finger up!