I'll Never Love A Dope Boy Again 2

by Twyla T.

  “No worries! There will be plenty more trips for us to take shawty,” Jay reassuringly told her, then got comfortable in his seat and closed his eyes.

  Brook drifted off to sleep shortly after Jay and didn’t wake up until they were landing back in Atlanta. When they hopped in Jay’s drop top Bentley, he got straight on his phone, and Brook knew he was about to drop her off and disappear again. When they made it to his house, he didn’t bother to even get out. “I’ll be back later, gotta go handle some biz,” he quipped and dismissed her without a second thought.

  “Okay!” was all Brook said. She was shocked he even told her that much. Jay had given Brook her phone back, so she was good to go. I’m tryna change for the better and leave my old ways behind, but this nigga ain’t making it easy, Brooklyn thought to herself.

  Once Brook made it in the house, she dropped her suitcase by the couch, then plopped down on the chaise. Remembering that she had been without her phone for almost four whole days, Brook grabbed her purse and quickly retrieved it, happy that Jay remembered to give it back before leaving. After powering it on, text message after text message came through from Kamora, Coco, and a couple of other associates, as well as a couple of voicemails from Kamora. After reading Kamora’s text messages first, she began to hyperventilate and panic. What the fuck is wrong… what could it be, Brook thought to herself while the phone was ringing.

  “Brooklyn! Why haven’t you been answering your damn phone?” Kamora yelled without bothering to give a greeting. Before Brook could answer her, she heard Kamora crying. She instantly became alarmed.

  “What’s wrong Kamora?” Brook inquired but not really wanting to hear the response.

  After a few moments of Kamora’s crying, a man got on the phone and said, “Hello.” Brook recognized Smoke’s voice immediately. He informed her that D’Mani was missing, and Brook went into a frightened rage.

  “What the fuck you mean someone took him? Who would take D’Mani? You gotta be fucking kidding me! I’m on my way!” Brook grilled without waiting on a response and hung up on Demetrius.

  With a running stride, Brook grabbed the keys to her Denali and headed out the door. Jay’s house was almost an hour away, and Brook regretted it at that very moment. Not giving a damn about a speeding ticket, Brook droved the Denali as fast as it could take her because she needed to get to Kamora as soon as possible. Frantically, she screamed and yelled while she drove down the interstate, as tears strolled down her face. She couldn’t believe this shit was happening. She pulled into Kamora’s driveway forty minutes later, after fuming the entire drive. The truck was barely thrown into park before Brook hopped out and ran to the front door. As soon as she was about to twist the knob, the door opened and Kamora suddenly appeared.

  “We’re headed out to post more signs,” Kamora quickly said and walked past Brook.

  “Well, I’ll follow y’all, so I can help,” Brook stated while turning around.

  “So, you got a new boyfriend and a new ride. You need a new phone that works,” Kamora smartly scoffed while preparing to get in the passenger’s seat of her truck.

  “Now is not the time for all that bullshit Kamora,” Demetrius scorned. “She’s just upset, ya know, and been tryna get in touch with you forever,” Demetrius explained to Brook as he hopped in the driver’s seat of Kamora’s truck. Overcome with guilt, Brook felt like a complete asshole and told herself right then that she couldn’t allow Jay to change her life the way he had been doing. She felt like shit for not having her phone on. Brook rushed and jumped back into her truck and followed Demetrius and Kamora to help out as much as she could.

  Chapter 3

  “The family of six-year-old D’Mani Whitfield has a one-million-dollar reward to the person who returns him home safely and unharmed. Yes, you heard me correctly, ONE MILLION DOLLARS!! This family means business, and they really want their child back. If you have any information, please contact the number listed on your screen or simply call 911,” the news reporter said as D’Mani’s kidnapper stood there and watched.

  “Dammit! One million dollars! Everybody gonna have their fucking eyes and ears open tryna find this little nigga to get that money. Fuck!” the assailant yelled. After plopping down on the couch, thoughts of how everything came into play took over the kidnapper’s mind.

  D’Mani had been a target for quite some time. I had eyes on him for the past few months, just waiting on the perfect opportunity. He was the answer to a lot of the problems that needed resolving immediately. I had eyes on him at all of his AAU basketball games, but I could never catch him alone, most times never without an adult. I almost had him at the tryouts when the kids got a water break, but I had to make a quick exit when the coach asked who I was. I knew I was looking suspicious, so I decided it was best to stop showing my face at any basketball games or practices.

  I couldn’t get to him at Chucky Cheese, Dave and Busters, or anywhere, so I started scoping the school out. After surveying the premises after hours and not finding any cameras in the playground area, I knew that would be the best option, so I started putting a plan in motion. I knew I had to really strategize or there would be hell to pay. I felt in my bones I would have D’Mani in my possession after all of the plotting and planning. When I saw D’Mani ask his teachers a question, one of them got up to walk with him but screams came from a little girl who had fallen off of the monkey bars, and the teacher pointed for D’Mani to go ahead; I knew I was right. Both teachers went to assist the little girl, and I was able to stop D’Mani before he made it inside the building. I knew he was a smart kid, but I also knew he loved basketball, so I told him I had some new basketballs right around the corner. He hesitated at first but, when I told him I just given his classmate Jacob one and pointed to Jacob with a new basketball, he relaxed and followed me. That part of the plan was perfect, and it worked in my favor.

  Once I opened the trunk, I handed him the basketball and his eyes lit up. He told me thanks and turned to walk away. As soon as he turned his back, I grabbed him and put him in the trunk and shut it to drown out his screams. I ran and jumped into the driver’s seat as quick as I could and took off, trying my best not to make a scene. I didn’t breathe until I was completely off of the school grounds and in the clear.

  When I made it back to the location I planned on hiding out at for a while and popped the trunk, I noticed that D’Mani was hyperventilating. I felt bad for the kid and almost took him back… almost. But, the damage had been done, so I continued with my plan. Lucky for me, no one was outside around back where I parked, and I was able to make it inside, even with him crying. D’Mani asked over and over again why I had taken him and what I wanted. I simply ignored his questions and cries by lighting up a cigarette and doing my best to tune him out. After crying for three hours straight, he finally went to sleep, and I was able to relax for a little while. Deep down inside, I knew I was on borrowed time, and there wouldn’t be much relaxing in the near future. It was time to decide on phase two of the plan.

  Chapter 4

  “You getting besides yo muthafuckin self! All this got damn time you’ve known me, you should know the deal by now,” Jay fumed into the phone.

  “I do know yo ass and that’s the problem. When I try to leave yo ass, you beg and plead for me to stay, then you back to treating me like shit in a day or so,” the caller on the other end said.

  “Look, ain’t nothing better than old pussy except my money and new pussy. I just took yo ass on a trip, and you still ain’t mu’fuckin satisfied,” Jay angrily expressed.

  “And, you think I don’t know that bitch was there too! You got me so fucked up… you need to tell her the deal before I do,” Coco threatened Jay.

  “I ain’t got time for this shit right now! I’ll see you later,” Jay hollered before clicking over to a business call. “What’s up?” he infuriatedly replied.

  “The shipment was delivered, and everything is being separated as we speak,” one of his soldiers informed him.


  “Bet! Let me know how that other situation is looking, ASAP. I’m tired of this cat and mouse bullshit!” Jay demanded and hung up without saying bye.

  Jay headed to one of his trap houses to check on shit. He was seriously frustrated because Coco use to be in check but, now, she was becoming a handful. When Jay first laid eyes on Brooklyn, he knew he had to have her. She was feisty and sassy, and he loved that shit. When Coco snuck behind his back, got an abortion, and thought he didn’t know it, he knew she couldn’t be trusted anymore. It only increased the trust issues he had with women anyway. I’m gonna get this shit together one day, and Brooklyn just might be the woman to help me do it, Jay thought to himself while pulling up to his location. He called Brooklyn’s phone before going inside but didn’t get an answer. He was pissed because it rang, which meant she turned it on and was ignoring his calls. “I gotta run all the got damn rules down to her again,” Jay acknowledged to himself as he exited his car.

  “Waddup boss man?” Trey greeted when Jay walked in.

  “Just getting in? Everythang been straight?” Jay asked him.

  “You know it! Everybody been talking bout how yo ass pulled off taking two bitches on the same trip,” Trey said while laughing. “Who is the new bitch anyway?” he quizzed. Jay didn’t even bother to answer him. He almost told Trey not to call Brooklyn a bitch, but he caught himself because that would have been totally out of character for him. He called girls bitches like it was their name. Ignoring Trey, he went straight to the safe in the back room to count his money. After hanging around for almost two hours and being satisfied with everything, Jay dipped.

  Later that night, Jay made it home and noticed Brook’s truck wasn’t there, so he called her phone immediately, as he made his way inside the house. “It’s almost midnight! Where the fuck you at?” he asked as soon as she answered. “I called yo ass earlier, and you never called me back either,” he snapped before Brook could explain herself.

  “I’m about to pull up now baby, but my little cousin was kidnapped,” she tried to explain, but Jay had dismissed the call right after she said she was about to pull up. As soon as she walked in the door, he grabbed her by her neck, picked her up, and pinned her up against the wall.

  “You been fucking around on me?” Jay violently scowled.

  “No!!” Brook barely uttered because he was choking the life out of her. Tears streamed down her face and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Jay finally released the grip he had on her, and she fell to the floor in a coughing fit. Still not satisfied, he ripped her pants off and sniffed her panties and pussy to see if she smelled like sex. Brook laid there wanting to retaliate, but she was smart enough to know she really couldn’t beat his ass, so she remained still while trying to gather herself after Jay finally walked away.

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  “Wayment, you saying this nigga took both of y’all on the same damn trip, and you sitting here with ya got damn mouth poked out still wanting to be with him. You know he ain’t shit, so why you acting crazy as fuck?” Shonta said with disgust in her voice. “This was supposed to be about the money from the jump, and yo ass done caught feelings,” Shonta continued talking while shaking her head.

  “Bitch, you act like you ain’t never been in a situation like this before,” Coco snapped.

  “We ain’t talking bout me right now; we talking bout yo ass!” Shonta grunted. Coco rolled her eyes and finally changed the subject because she was tired of her girl going in on her. They were sitting at Five Guy’s, feeding their faces and talking shit to each other when an idea popped into Coco’s head.

  “Ima set Jay’s trifling ass up. It’s gon take a minute, but I know so much that’ll take his ass all the way down. He gone learn who and who not to fuck wit. I gotta keep playing nice to Brook, but she’s cool anyway. She just don’t know what she getting herself into,” Coco said. Ima show his mufuckin ass, Coco thought to herself while sipping on her strawberry drink.

  Chapter 5

  A week had passed since D’Mani had been kidnapped. Demetrius was doing everything in his power to turn this situation around, but nothing he did was enough. If something happened to that little boy, he didn’t know what he would do with himself. Deep down, he knew that this was done in retaliation to his street beefs. Kamora had even asked him if he thought he might have been the connection, and he truthfully told her that he had no idea. All they had was each other at the moment, and they needed to pull together to find D’Mani, so he knew he had to be honest no matter what. He knew she wanted to cuss him the fuck out, but she held her tongue.

  Demetrius knew, without a doubt, that if he was able to lay hands on whoever had taken D’Mani, he was going back to jail because whoever the muthafucka was had a death wish, and he was gonna grant it to them. Two days ago, he snapped out and beat the hell out of a random guy who balled up one of the posters with D’Mani’s pictures on it. Luckily, Peanut was with him and was able to get him away from the scene before the cops showed up. Everything that was going on caused him to think back to how he ended up spending five years of his life locked up. Demetrius felt like if he could go back and change things, he would. He would start with picking a new best friend.

  When my mom came in my room and told me about my dad getting killed, I went numb as fuck. Jamal and I had just finished playing basketball, and we were high as fuck too. I knew I shouldn’t have been smoking since I was trying to go to the NBA. Basketball was life, but I ran across a few niggas who loved watching me ball, and they made bets on me daily. We smoked with them every now and then, but it wasn’t a daily thing. They tried to get us to join their street team on several occasions, but I always declined. Jamal introduced me to them. I played one on one or three on three every day and made those cats, myself, and Jamal money.

  I jumped up off the bed and punched the wall when my mom’s words registered. There was nothing Jamal or my mom could say or do to calm me down. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Needing to get some air, I rapidly ran outta the house while my mom and Jamal were furiously calling my name. I couldn’t stop running. I had to get away from everything. I ended up right where I spent most of my time, on the basketball court. Everyone saw how fucked up I was and just stared at me after I walked up and snatched the basketball out of this nigga hands, who didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. He didn’t like the fact that I took the ball from him and decided to run up. I hit him dead in his muthafuckin jaw and he fell backwards, hitting the concrete hard. Just as I was about to give him the ass whoopin’ that should’ve been for someone else, Jamal grabbed me from behind, and I heard him apologizing intently on my behalf and telling them that something had just happened in my family. The dude who had been asking me about joining his team walked up to me before we left. “Come see me in a week,” he said and walked off.

  After a week passed and my dad was buried, I did just what I had been anticipating for that whole week. I knew what time it was. I knew my mom was gonna need help with bills. And shit, without my pops being around, I had already made up my mind to do what I had to do. She wouldn’t like it, but I planned on keeping the shit as far away from her as possible. A young nigga had to do what he had to do to take care of home.

  Me and Jamal did everything together. Every got damn thang, so it was just natural to bring him into the street life with me. It was exactly eight days after my dad died when I stepped into the game. I just didn’t see any other way to go. Jamal was really my muthafuckin brother from another mother. I would go to war for that nigga, and I knew he would do the same shit for me. Just like I had thought, he stayed on the grind around the clock. Ol dude that put me on was killed in a shootout. It was unfortunate for him but, after his demise, we came up quicker than a muthafucka. I always tried to stay low key, but Jamal was the complete opposite in that category. He was a flashy mu’fucka. He couldn’t function without flossing. No matter how many times I told that nigga to keep a low profile, it always went in one ear and out the other.


  Within a year, we had our territory on lock and our team was stupid solid. We were full of thoroughbred niggas. I showed the young niggas what loyalty was by leading by example. When I ate, my niggas ate. I didn’t consider them workers; they were my family. When mu’fuckas see you grinding with them and not being cocky, shit tends to run smoother. Don’t get it twisted; they all knew I was the got damn boss, but I didn’t have to throw the shit around in their faces. The first person to ever cross me was this cat named Pete that Jamal introduced to the crew. I caught the nigga with my own two eyes, cutting product and money off the top. Yeah, I already had bodies under my belt, it came with the territory, but I never had to take out anyone in my circle… until that day. That was the day I formally became Smoke.

  We had grown so much in six months that it seemed unreal. We had cops on our payroll and everything. Even one judge was in on our operation. Shit was gravy… until one hot ass day in May. For the past week, I had been having a funny feeling, but I couldn’t pin point what was wrong for sure. Jamal and I were headed back to my crib after dropping our latest shipment off at our different trap houses. All except a few pounds Jamal kept. We stopped by Five Guy’s, grabbed something to eat, and kept it moving. When we made it to the crib, Jamal brought the product into the house with him, which was strange. I shrugged it off for the moment because I was hungry as fuck, but he knew I didn’t bring shit to my place. He wasn’t eating his food, but I was starving, so I ignored him and demolished my food.

  While sipping on my lemonade, his phone rang and his body language changed drastically. “What the fuck going on?” I curiously asked him.

  “Our dude at the station said them people on the way and…” before he could finish, I saw the mu’fuckin pigs running across the yard.

  My eyes landed on the drugs on the table, and Jamal’s eyes hastily met mine. When he didn’t make a move to get them, I asked him again, “What the fuck was going on?” Next thing I knew, my got damn door was being kicked in, and I swiftly grabbed the shit and ran to the bathroom. I was able to flush the shit down the toilet, but they still took my ass in.