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Yo that nigga, Michael Vick, is about to go to jail son,” Dave said standing on the corner drinking a forty, talking to his friend Maurice. “You crazy. Vick got too much money to go to jail; niggas with money don’t never do no jail time,” Maurice told his friend. “Damn B, I might have to catch a jux (commit a robbery) tonight,” Dave said looking at Maurice. “Why, what’s up?” “Nigga I’m broke,” Dave said patting his pockets. “What happened to that shorty you had? I thought she was holding you down,” Maurice asked looking at his friend for an answer. “Man fuck that bitch. She ain’t shit but a gold digger,” Dave said turning up his forty ounce. “I tell you this though, when I find her I’m a put my foot in her ass.” “Why don’t you just let that girl be?” “What the fuck you mean,” Dave barked. “Bitch keeping me away from my seed, I don’t play that shit.” “Damn, I didn’t know all that was going on, but if I see her I’m a definitely let you know,” Maurice assured his friend.

Before Dave could say another word, he noticed an all black S.U.V. pull up to the curb. The smoked black tinted window made it impossible to see inside. Immediately Rell hopped out of the S.U.V. and made his way towards the corner with Debo right on his heels. “Yo Dave what’s good my nigga,” Rell asked giving Dave a pound skipping right past Maurice. “Oh shit Rell, what’s poppin? When you get out,” Dave asked smiling from ear to ear. “I been home for a couple of days now, but fuck all that I came to see if you still about your money,” Rell said looking Dave up and down. “You know I’m about my paper. I just don’t got nothing popping right now,” he said throwing back his forty. “So you telling me you and ya man standing on this corner right now just for fun,” Rell asked sourly. “Basically,” Dave answered shame fully. “My money is kinda funny right now, but you know I’m a bounce back like I always do.”

“Aight this is the deal, this corner right here,” Rell said pointing to the ground, “this my corner now! But I want you to run it for me. I’m going to get you a hammer, workers, and all that; all you have to do is sit back and make this money.” “Aight bet. That’s what I’m talking about,” Dave said giving Rell a pound followed by a hug. “That’s why I respect you so much, you always looking out for ya boy.” “If I don’t then who will?” “I’m a put this block on the map. You don’t have to worry about shit, just hit me with that product and it’s on,” Dave said convincingly. “Aight, but I’m a tell you from the jump that we can’t afford no fuck ups, you dig,” Rell said as he, Dave, and Debo stepped inside the bodega. “Come on B, fuck ups ain’t even in my vocabulary,” Dave said grabbing another forty from the freezer. “Aight, I’m just letting you know cause if you have any fuck ups you gonna have to report to the big man,” Rell said pointing at Debo. “Nah baby I got this, all I ask is that you let me put my man, Maurice, on so he can hold me down,” Dave asked twisting open the cap on his forty. That’s your call, but we about to do it real big out here, so I hope you ready like you say you are,” Rell told him. “Rell you know I’m always ready to get this money. You know how I get down.” “You might even have to bust that ratchet,” Rell reminded him. “You know my gun game is still serious,” Dave boasted. “Time will tell. I’m a send somebody around here to hit you off tomorrow,” Rell said as he gave Dave a pound, and broke out.

“That bitch ass nigga talks too fucking much. I hope his bite is louder than his bark,” Debo said once he and Rell were back in the whip. “He was stunting back there but, what fool can’t watch over the block,” Rell said splitting open a Dutch. “But he should be able to handle that block, if not we’ll just replace him,” Rell said shrugging his shoulders.

“Aight cool, but what’s up with that bitch ass nigga, G-money,” Debo asked with ice in his tone. “I’m ready to get at that fool.” “Who Gerald,” Rell chuckled. “We ain’t gonna kill him just yet ,that’s soon though. First we going to hit that clown where it hurts the most.” “And where’s that,” Debo asked confused. “We gonna hit his pockets first,” Rell said as he sprinkled the crunked up spliff in the Dutch. “Getting into a man’s pockets is worse than shooting him. Plus once you in his pockets, his mind is next, then once we in his mind he’s a dead man walking. Trust me, I got this whole shit already planned out,” Rell said giving his partner a wink.

For the past five years Rell sat in his cell coming up with the master plan, and now was the perfect time to execute his plan.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 15

THE NIGHT LIFE

 

 


Ahwww shit,” Eric mumbled under his breath, as he noticed G-money followed by at least fifteen thugs behind him. “What’s going brother, how you feeling,” Spanky asked giving the strip club’s bouncer a pound followed by a hug. “I’m cool,” Eric replied emotionlessly. “We not gonna have no problems in here tonight are we,” the big bouncer asked focusing all his attention on G-money and his entourage. “Nah baby, we chilling tonight,” G-money assured the big man as he slipped a hundred dollar bill in his hand.

“Okay gentlemen, ya’ll enjoy yourselves tonight,” the bouncer said letting the group pass through the velvet rope, and enter the club. Once inside the strip club, G-money and his entourage took a seat and enjoyed the show one of the strippers on the stage was putting on. “Damn that bitch’s ass is stupid fat,” Skip said out loud as he watched the stripper do a hand stand, and pop her pussy at the same time. “That’s what I’m talking about, baby you earning this money,” G-money yelled as he tossed a hand full of one’s at the sexy dancer. “You see shorty right there is about her paper,” he boasted to the rest of his crew.

Meanwhile Spanky just sat quietly on the sideline until he saw the person he was looking for. Christie came from the dressing room wearing nothing but a sky blue thong, and a pair of sky blue stiletto’s to match. Her meaty thighs along with her fat ass caused every man in the spot to redirect their attention to her goodies. Christie wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t fat either, she had a pretty face and a hustler’s tongue.


What’s good with this lap dance,” G-money asked flashing a hand full of singles. “Boy move out of my way,” Christie said as she playfully pushed G-money to the side. “Heeeey baby,” she said poking out her full lips that were covered in strawberry lip gloss as she bent down and kissed Spanky on his lips. “Hey baby, how you feeling,” he asked. “I’m feeling much better now that you’re here,” she replied as she took a seat next to Spanky and held his hand.


Yo what time you get off,” Spanky said jerking his hand loose to look at his watch. “You see that’s the shit I be talking about,” Christie huffed then sucked her teeth. “Every time you come in here you act like you’re embarrassed to be seen with me.” “I am embarrassed! You know I don’t want you shaking your ass in front of all of these perverts. I make enough money so you don’t have to do this,” Spanky countered. “You hear what you just said? You make enough money; that’s your money. You make your money how you do, and I make mines how I do, you feel me?” “No.” “Baby your missing the whole point. If you were to leave me today I would be good. You know why? Because I make my own money, and I like having my own, plus I don’t like what you do for a living and I don’t see you quitting your job,” she said sarcastically.

“Listen, I didn’t come here to argue with you,” Spanky said pulling Christie closer to him. “You know I love you right,” he asked in a hushed tone. “Of course I do. Baby I promise I won’t be working at this job much longer.” “Thank you Jesus,” Spanky said playfully.

Spanky and Christie had been together for four years. Spanky hated the fact that his girl friend was a stripper, but what could he say, she was a stripper when he first met her. Christie wanted to stop stripping a long time ago, but just wanted to save up enough money just in case anything ever went wrong. Depending on a man was one thing Christie vowed she would never do, especially after growing up watching her mother have to do some wild things because she didn’t have her own. Christie promised herself she would never be like her mother.

“Aight baby let me go make this money,” Christie said as she kissed Spanky on the cheek. “Hold up baby I got something for you,” Spanky said discretely handing Christie a brown paper bag. “This feels a little different,” she said noticing the package felt a little heavier than usual. “Yeah that’s double right there,” Spanky said looking both shoulders suspiciously. “Can you handle that?” “I can handle anything you throw at me and I do mean anything,” Christie replied raising an eyebrow. “I’m a see you later on tonight big daddy,” she said as she disappeared to the other side of the club.

G- money sat sipping on his cup of Hennessey as he watched his crew make it rain on the strippers. His soldiers worked hard, so he enjoyed watching them have a good time. G-money’s thoughts were interrupted when a stripper approached him from behind.

“You look like you could use some company,” the stripper whispered seductively licking her lips. “Now that you mentioned it, I could use some company,” G-money flirted after taking one look at how big the stripper’s ass was. Without hesitation the stripper bent over and started shaking her ass in G-money’s face. The stripper’s ass cheeks were so fat that each time she shook her ass it made a loud clapping sound. “That’s what I’m talking about,” G-money said with a thirsty look in his eyes as he stuffed single after single in the young woman’s thong.

After chilling in the strip club for about forty minutes Spanky had seen enough. “Yo I’m about to breeze. I’m a holla at you tomorrow,” he said as he gave G-money a pound, then made his exit. “Aight bet, scream at me tomorrow,” G-money said redirecting his attention to the fat ass in front of him.

 

 

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When Spanky finally made it home, he quickly took off all of his clothes and hopped into the shower. Twenty minutes later, Spanky hopped out of the shower and was quickly caught off guard as he heard Ne-yo humming through his living room speakers. Instantly Spanky reached under his bathroom sink, and pulled out the .380 he had stashed there. He slowly stepped out of the bathroom, making sure he tiptoed not to make any loud noises. When Spanky reached his bedroom, he opened the door cautiously only to find Christie spread out across his bed butt naked.

“What the fuck you doing here,” Spanky asked lowering his gun. “What does it look like,” she replied seductively spreading her pussy lips apart with her two fingers.

Spanky quickly sat his gun down on the dresser as he made his way over towards the bed. “I been thinking about my dick all day,” Christie whispered as she continued to play with her pussy in front of her man. She could see the hungry look in his eyes. Spanky quickly got on the bed and started kissing on Christie’s thighs. It wasn’t long before he made his way up to her sweet spot. Christie let out a loud moan when she felt Spanky’s tongue hit her clit. Every time she tried to pull away, Spanky would pull her back down with his tongue moving a thousand miles per second. Christie wasn’t allowed to leave, until she came five times. Her pussy was so wet that she could feel her upper thighs feeling wet and sticky. She slowly removed Spanky’s towel, and was happy to see that his dick was already hard. She quickly pushed him on his back and climbed up on top of him. Christie’s pussy was so wet that Spanky’s dick just slid right in with no problem. She then planted her feet on the bed and rode Spanky’s dick like it was a new motorcycle for the rest of the night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 16

YOU CAN’T LOSE IF YOU DON’T PLAY

 

 

 

Nancy sat in the house bored as hell. She had been watching Lifetime movies all day, and was sick of watching T.V. She was also still mad about not having a job, but the three thousand dollars Ali had given her came in handy. She made sure she spent the money wisely. Ever since Nancy read that letter, she couldn’t keep her mind off of Ali. He was so sweet, but at the same time Nancy knew he had to have a mean side to him because of the type of business he was into. But that still didn’t stop Nancy from wanting to get to know him better.

“Should I call him or not,” Nancy asked herself looking down at her stomach. “Fuck it dinner can’t hurt,” she said as she picked up the phone and began dialing the number he left in the letter.

 

 

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Ali sat in his office along with Big Mel watching a video of Spanky’s next opponent. “You see them Spanish mother fuckers don’t be caring if they get hit, as long as they get in one good hit,” Ali said studying the Spanish man on the tape. “This Spanish guy is tough,” Big Mel added rubbing his chin. “As long as Spanky trains how he’s suppose to, he’ll destroyed this clown,” Ali said nonchalantly knowing his little brother’s skills were way better than the Spanish man’s. “Yeah, but this Spanish mutha fucka got a lot of heart and a good chin,” Big Mel said as he reached for the ringing cell phone on the table.

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