Street Fame (Real in the streets)

by K Elliott

  Copyright © 2006 by Urban Lifestyle Press

  Published by Urban Lifestyle Press P.O. Box 12714

  Charlotte, NC 28220

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  This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to depict, portray or represent any particular real persons. All the characters, incidents and dialogues are the products of the author’s imagination and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or person living or dead is purely coincidental.

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  First printing January 2006

  10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 ISBN: 09717697-2-9

  Acknowledgements

  I would like to thank God. Without God nothing is possible. My parents Otis and Margaret Douglas, Sharon Fincher, thank you for everything, my assistant Sumayah, Ron and Jackie Hargette, Melvin and Shana Wilson; (Melvin you are the best friend a guy could have, very loyal and supportive; they don’t get no better than you). Nakea Murray; the best book publicist in the business, here’s another bestseller, we are going to the top baby! Toni Green and Pricilla from Pretty Special Inc. Les Bird; thanks for your proofing and input, Rakeeda Leaks thanks for your proofing, James B. Sims of the Inkeditor Staff, thanks for the editing. Author Thomas Long, you are the man; keep holding it down in B-Moore. La Jill Hunt; do your thang Drama Queen. Danielle Santiago; my homie, keep getting down for yours; we’ll meet at the top. Tushonda Whitaker, you have a bright future. I just wish I had half your work ethic; you’re a true talent. Hallema, what can I say about you? ... I don’t know where to begin. I’m glad to have a friend like you. Over the last couple of years we have grown to have a brother-sister relationship. I am blessed to have a friend like you to tell me when I’m wrong because you know that no one can tell K. Elliott anything. But for real; thanks for being down for your boy. Jamise Dames, Treasure Blue, Nikki Turner, K’wan, Shannon Holmes, Mark Anthony Eric Gray, Anna J, Shawna Grundy, Autumn Knight, S.W. Smith, Brandon McCalla, and every other author that I’ve met along the way. Peace out.

  Prologue

  J-Black was the neighborhood stickup kid. Jason Black had started his robbing career at the age of nineteen. He had held up seventeen convenient stores but had been convicted of only two of them. He’d served a mandatory eight years before being released at the age of twenty-six. After getting out of prison, he decided that convenient stores wasn’t the way to go. Drug dealers were. They were easy prey, and they weren’t likely to go to the police for fear of being exposed.

  J-Black was a small guy. He was about five nine in height and chiseled from his penitentiary stay. He had a long scar on his neck from a stabbing that had happened in the pen during a fight.

  He and Twin met at Burger King to discuss the plans for a robbery over Whoppers and fries. “So who the fuck is this nigga?” J-Black asked.

  “Fatboy, and he live on the lake.”

  “What lake?”

  “Norman ... Lake Norman.”

  “So the nigga got serious paper, huh?” J-Black said as he put

  ketchup on his fries. He licked a dab that had gotten on his greasy fingers. “Yeah, the nigga got it like that. I mean, he’s getting bricks. You know what I mean?”

  J-Black squinted his eyes. “So what the fuck do you want out of the deal?”

  “I just want you to split everything with me for putting you up on the lick.”

  J-Black looked at Twin’s Rolex—white gold with a diamond bezel. “Don’t look like you doing too bad yourself.”

  “I’m doing okay.”

  “Can I see that watch?”

  Twin thought about it for a moment.

  “Nigga, why you hesitating? Let me see the watch.”

  “I’m not hesitating; I’m just thinking.” Twin sipped his drink then took a bite of his Whopper. Then he took the watch off and passed it to J-Black.

  “This is a real nice watch. Let me wear it; I’ll give it back in a couple of weeks.”

  “No. Give me my watch back.” Twin said as he reached for the watch.

  But J-Black had put the watch on his wrist. “Nigga, you gonna trip about a petty- ass watch and I’m about to get this nigga for bricks.”

  “Naw, I ain’t tripping. Just make sure I get half.”

  “Okay, the nigga lives on the lake. Where?”

  “The Peninsula.”

  “The Peninsula? How the fuck did he get his ass up there and those crackers ain’t called the police on his dope-dealing ass yet?”

  Twin shrugged. “I don’t know, but the best way to get him is to follow him home.”

  “From where?”

  “My house. I’m supposed to meet him in the morning. When he’s on his way, I’ll let you know.”

  J-Black finished his Whopper in two bites. He left wearing Twin’s watch.

  Chapter 1

  Tommy found solitude at the lake. Fishing had been one of his favorite hobbies since he was a kid. It was one of those things that he used to like doing with his mama. She was a country girl who loved to fish and cook. She first took him to the lake, where she’d given him his first fishing pole, at the age of seven. At the age of eight he had gotten his first fishing reel. Back in those days, they would come out to the lake and fish for meals. Now, Tommy liked fishing for the peace of mind he got every time he came to the lake. This is where he would reflect upon his life.

  Today, when he arrived at the lake, he was still thinking about Nia and what she’d said about his mother being dead. It took every ounce of his self-control to keep from punching her in the mouth. He thought about his mother’s complications with breast cancer. She was only forty-eight when she passed a couple of years ago.

  He’d chosen to stand on the bank today rather than get in his boat. He had been standing on the bank for ten minutes before he got a bite—a largemouth bass. He heard the sounds of a car stereo coming from over the hills. Rap music.

  A few minutes later his friend Twin appeared. “Fatboy, I say what’s up nigga. Figured you were down here.”

  Fatboy had been his nickname since he was in the first grade. It had been given to him by his mama’s boyfriend, J.C., the only father Tommy had ever known. Six years ago, J.C. was given ten years for rape. Tommy still visited and sent him money once a month.

  Tommy turned and smiled. “What’s up, Twin?”

  “Not much. Had to get out of the house before I fucked Nia up.”

  “I know what you mean. I want to fuck my girl up a lot of times.”

  “Don’t they make you mad?”

  Twin lit a cigarette. “Hell yeah.”

  “How do you keep from fucking your girl up?”

  “I just get the hell out of the house like you did.”

  Tommy felt more tugging on his reel. His stopper sank, indicating that there was something on his line. Another bass. Tommy struggled a little before pulling the bass out of the water.

  “Damn, nigga. That’s a pretty big one.”

  Tommy took the fish off the hook and tossed it in the bucket.

  “Why do you still come down here? I mean, you have so much money now. Why not go buy fresh fish to eat.”

  “I do this for fun—a stress reliever. I don’t even eat fish no more. Don’t you still have something that you like to do from when
you were a kid?”

  “Not really,” Twin said. “All I want to do is keep making this dough.”

  “I know what you mean. I’m just about ready to go back to Miami to get more product.”

  “What’s the problem?”

  “We don’t have anybody to bring it back to Charlotte.”

  “That can’t be the only problem.”

  “Yes, it is.”

  Twin blew out a ring of smoke then squinted his eyes.

  Tommy knew that look. He had seen it ever since he was six years old. “So what do you have in mind?”

  “I know a couple of bitches that wouldn’t mind making some extra money.”

  “How we gonna get it back, nigga? I mean, security is too tight. On the news, some cats from Colombia were trying to bring it in through the airport. And here is the funny part about it: They had it in their stomachs. They were caught by customs, taken to the hospital, and had their stomachs pumped. Then they were arrested.”

  “Yeah, somebody told on them.”

  “You are a fucking genius, Twin.”

  “You don’t get it, do you, nigga? Those cats were probably low on the totem pole, and somebody gave them up so the big package could get through.”

  “Yeah, right. You’ve been watching too much television.”

  “But don’t worry about transporting the dope back—‘cause I’ll be responsible for that.”

  “We are talking about twenty kilo’s, nigga. This ain’t no small-time.”

  “Nigga, just trust me. I can get it back.”

  “How you gonna do that?”

  Twin’s eyes squinted again. “I told you I got some broads that are in desperate need of money.”

  “So let’s leave in the morning.”

  “Let’s do it.”

  ***** Tommy, JoJo, Twin, and Jennifer stepped off the plane in Miami at 10:15 a.m. Tommy rented an SUV. They drove it to South Beach and checked into the South Seas Hotel.

  Two hours later the girls arrived. Nicole and Sandy were very attractive. Twin introduced them to JoJo and Tommy.

  “So… we gonna have some fun or what?” Twin said with his girlfriend Jennifer clinging to his arm. She was whiter than most Caucasians—blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect white teeth, and a physically fit body. It was important for her to be in shape; she was a stripper at the Uptown Carousel.

  “I want to go to the club. All the rappers be hanging out down here,” Nicole said.

  “What club is that?” Twin asked.

  “Club Z-No.”

  “We can do that, but first we need to go shopping to make sure everybody is looking like a million bucks,—‘cause tonight the sky is the limit. We’re going to VIP, and we’re going to drink champagne and just celebrate life. We’re young and we are going to have fun tonight.” Twin smacked Jennifer’s ass.

  Nicole rubbed JoJo’s hairy chest. Sandy smiled at Tommy.

  At the mall, the girls went on a mini shopping spree. Tommy had gotten upset because he felt they were spending too much money on the girls.

  Twin pulled him aside. “Listen, nigga. We gotta get these bitches whatever they want.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “They’re going to make sure the twenty kilos get back.”

  “I still don’t understand,” Tommy said.

  Twin patted him on the back. “Don’t worry about it. Just relax and let me handle this.”

  *****

  Club Z-No was crowded. People were nearly standing on top of each other. The three couples sat in VIP and ordered three bottles of champagne.

  JoJo and Nicole were getting acquainted. “So where do you live?” he asked.

  “In Charlotte. Just moved here from Ohio.” She smiled.

  “You know, I’m really feeling you?”

  She giggled a little. “No, I didn’t know that.”

  He took her hands. “Damn. You are so soft.”

  “Am I supposed to be hard?”

  “Hell no. If you were I wouldn’t be here with you.”

  “You’re funny.”

  “So, am I gonna get to see you when we get back to Charlotte?” he asked.

  “That’s up to you.”

  Twin interrupted by pulling JoJo aside. “Don’t try to get next to these broads, man.”

  “Why not?”

  “’Cause you don’t want them to know anything about you, just in case anything happens to them. You know what I mean?”

  “I hadn’t really thought about that, but I guess you’re right.”

  JoJo rejoined Nicole on the sofa but avoided personal questions.

  *****

  Tommy met Manny the Cuban, at the Mynt lounge on South Beach. “My friend,” Manny said as he gave Tommy a hug. They took seats at the bar. Manny ordered two vodka and cranberry juices.

  “I need about twenty kilos.”

  “Don’t have it … but I can get you ten.”

  “I’ll take it.”

  “So, are you still fuckin around with that Twin guy?”

  “Yeah,” Tommy said. He knew that Manny didn’t care for Twin too much, even after meeting only once to do business. Twin’s money was extremely short, and that didn’t set right with Manny.

  “I don’t know… there is something about that guy that just ain’t right.”

  “Ever since we were kids, people in the neighborhood called him the evil twin but—”

  “And you still dealing with him?” Manny took a big gulp of his drink and said “I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

  Tommy didn’t respond; he just stared at him. Manny was in his early forties, and he was in great shape because of his morning jogs. His hair wasn’t graying; and his tan skin had no wrinkles. He’d lived a great life, one of wealth and prosperity.

  “Another round of drinks,” Manny said to the bartender.

  Twenty minutes later, they were on their way to Manny’s mansion, a place where the two of them could comfortably handle the transaction.

  Chapter 2

  DEA agent Mark Pratt had received a call from an anonymous caller. He and his partner, Ken Clarkson, drove to the airport and met with security.

  When the plane arrived, it was easy to spot the women. They were the only two African-American women on the plane. Security approached them first.

  “What the hell is going on?” one of the ladies asked. “I need you two to come with me.”

  “Where are we going?” the same lady asked.

  “I just need to ask you a few questions.” The man pointed to an

  office behind him.

  The ladies were hesitant.

  Mark Pratt walked over and flashed his badge. “I’m Mark Pratt of

  the DEA; and this is my partner Ken Clarkson.”

  Tears rolled down Sandy’s face. She looked helplessly at Nicole.

  ***** “I think the girls got busted,” Twin said as he paced in Fatboy’s den.

  Fatboy picked up the remote control then muted the television.” Why do you say that?”

  “Every time I call the phone, it goes straight to voice mail.”

  “Really?” JoJo asked.

  “Yeah, but we can’t let that worry us. Paige made it through safely, so we got plenty of dope.”

  “We should be worried. Those girls know how all of us look. That’s the same way Jamal and Dawg went down—a couple of bitches brought everybody down.”

  “Jamal went out in a blaze of Glory.” Fatboy smiled. “Yeah, that nigga was the realest nigga to ever come out of my hood.”

  Jamal had been a couple of years older than him, but they were from the same neighborhood and used to get their haircut at the same barbershop. Fatboy remembered all the cars and the beautiful women Jamal had had.

  “I ain’t trying to go out like that,” JoJo said. “I heard the same agent named Pratt stayed on their ass. I still remember the name.”

  “Jamal and Dawg were stupid, man. They had too many people in their business, and Dawg had partn
ered up with the undercover and didn’t even know it,” Twin said.

  “I guess we’re too smart and we can never go to jail. It can never happen to us, right?” Fatboy said.

  “I know it can’t happen to me; because I ain’t selling shit to nobody I don’t know.”

  Fatboy grimaced. “You know what, Twin? My dad told me that if I’m ever around a muthafucka who don’t think he can go to jail, get the hell away from him.”

  Twin lit a cigarette. “Hey, I didn’t say we can’t go, but I know we are smarter than Jamal and Dawg.”

  “Yeah, but we have to learn from their mistakes. We have get out when it gets hot or else,” Fatboy said.

  “You know what? Dawg was stupid for selling to the feds; and I don’t feel sorry for Jamal—cause the nigga had HIV and was still running around here poisoning chicks with his dirty dick. He gave shorty that shit and ruined her for life.”

  “Fuck all that history talk; we have eight kilos. Let’s get down to business,” Twin said, then he blew a ring of smoke around the room.

  “How in the hell did Paige make it?” JoJo said.

  “She wanted to go by herself,” Twin said. “Plus she’s white. This is her country, man. Ain’t nobody gonna fuck with a white girl.”

  “Okay…where’s our shit?”

  “I’ll go get it. It’s in the car.”

  ***** JoJo slapped Nia’s ass hard as he entered her from the back. The tattoo of the Tiger on her back made his erection harder. He thrusted deeper before turning her over on her side.

  “Yes. I love it!” she screamed.

  K. ELLIOTT

  He smiled and kept humping. Five minutes later, she turned toward him. He examined her body. No stretch marks or cellulite or anything.

  She kneeled and put her lips on his manhood. He grabbed her head. She stopped. “You know I don’t like it when you do that shit.”

  He frowned. “Come on, baby, keep going.”

  Nia wiped her mouth. “You know I can’t have you degrading me.”

  “Is that what this is all about? Degrading? I thought we were just fucking and having fun.”

  “Yeah, we are, but you know I got a man.”

  “The one I’ve known all my life.”