“Damn, Candy! You still got the juicy love that makes a nigga bust crazy!” Tommy said, being funny.
“You stupid! You still got gifts with the tongue and fingers, plus my kitty cat loves your stick!” she said while rubbing her pussy. “What’s in the bag?” she then asked, when she looked over at the bag he had set down by the door.
“This is the money I saved over the years from being in the game. I need to keep it here. I’m going to buy a big-ass crib on the low somewhere, so we can have the good life we deserve together,” he said, which made her feel good about this. He took out one of the vacuum-sealed bags of money with $100,000 in it. “Yo, Candy, grab me a knife so I can open this.”
He watched her get up naked and walk into the kitchen. She looked sexy in the nude, with her smooth ass with curves of perfection.
Candy came back into the room with a butcher knife.
“Really? That big-ass knife! What, you think I’m going to carve a deer or something?”
“Shut up before I smack you with it,” she joked as she handed it to him.
“That would be some fucked-up shit. I heard of being pussy whipped and pistol whipped, but if you slap a nigga with a knife, how the hell he going to explain that shit!” Tommy chuckled at the thought of it as he cut out the bag of money.
He took out two $10,000 blocks and handed them to Candy.
“I want you to mail this to my mom. There’s twenty stacks, plus here’s ten for you, so you can get your closet right with the latest winter fashions. Plus, make sure my buck got what he needs, too,” he added.
He put the remaining $70,000 to the side for his travels, and he then took the bag of money downstairs in the basement and tucked it away. When he came back upstairs, he walked up to Candy and palmed her soft naked ass.
“I’ll be back in a few days or so. When I come back, you can have all of my attention.”
“Tommy!” she said in her soft, loving, and sensual voice as her eyes locked on his. “Please come back. I don’t want to go through this again.”
“I’m coming back to get some more of this,” he said while squeezing her ass and making her feel good and smile at the same time. “For real, I’m good. I’ll be back so we can get back on track with our life. Don’t worry, Candy,” he said before kissing her soft lips and feeling the love and passion.
He made his way out of the crib and then climbed into his whip. She stood in the doorway watching him. He looked up toward the house and nodded his head before he pulled off. Their emotional attraction never left them, even with the time they were apart. Now with the physical intimacy they just had before he left, it only made their connection stronger.
He also knew that Candy would not be on the time that Shari was on, so his money was secured. His only thought now was on Ramon and what his intentions were with wanting him to head out West so soon.
CHAPTER 2
BACK IN NORTH Carolina, Dollar was in his hood stuntin’ hard in his G55 Mercedes truck. He was feeling himself since he got off fifty bricks already, which was a good look for him and Nino. Dollar was posted up and waiting on L-Geez and Nino so he could see what they wanted to get into tonight.
Nino came down the street in his H2 with the beats banging music from his nigga from his city DJ Large Flava’s mix CD. Dollar parked in front of the pool hall/game room where all of the hustlas hung out. Dollar saw Nino come down the street, so he jumped out of his whip in all black that matched his truck, his neck on icy, and wrist on freeze, making it even colder for those watching.
L-Geez also came down the street from the other direction with his music blaring Young Jeezy’s new shit.
Once they all exited their whips, their presences alone attracted women from the hood who were looking on at their whips and swagga with all of their diamonds blinging. The hattas were also out lurking in the cut.
As always, Nino stood by looking at all of the people around, yet he kept the hattas at bay.
“Yo, where the little homie Pistol at?”
“He’s in Miami doing numbers. Plus he came on this shawty he was telling me about, so he’s having it his way.”
“He down there boo loving?”
“Nah, Pistol got pussy whipped,” Dollar said jokingly, until the conversation turned to business when Nino started speaking.
“So what’s good out here? We looking good on moving the work, or what?”
“I’m done with what you gave me,” Dollar said after moving fifty bricks at 14.5, thanks to Nino looking out for him and allowing him to sell the bricks for 17.5 to 20 depending on who and where he sold them.
“Did you make ya money off of it?” Nino asked, making sure everybody was eating.
“You all ready? I got mine from the rip.”
“L-Geez, what about you, my nigga?”
“I’m done too. We have to expand further now. Just think, the average city can do fifty to one hundred kilos a week, depending on the size of the city and its demand,” L-Geez responded.
“Say no more. We’ll work that out with the flow of product. The last fifty I’ma let y’all split that shit so we all can eat. One of y’all hit up Pistol to see what he’s doing and where his numbers are. We can probably head back out West to see main man if Pistol’s ready.”
Nino made a total of $3.7 million thus far not counting the money he’d get from the fifty kilos he just gave L-Geez and Dollar to split. This flow of cash was only the beginning of a bright future dealing with the nigga Ramon, who was going to love seeing Nino’s fast flow of the cash. The bags of money to Ramon were better than sex. This money and power shit turned him on.
Pistol picked up his phone on the second ring when he saw that it was the niggas he grew up with calling.
“What it do, folk?” Pistol answered his phone.
“We living that life getting to it. We need your numbers around here, so we can get it popping,” L-Geez said.
“I’ll be through tomorrow. I have to secure one more thing.”
“Betta not be that pussy you securing!” L-Geez joked.
“Nah, nigga, I’m on my money chasing, folk.”
“See ya when ya get here then,” L-Geez said before hanging up the phone and making the crew aware of what he said.
Nino arranged for them to grab the fifty bricks plus the money they had for him.
They all met up a few hours later at Nino’s townhouse with a few bad white bitches that gravitated toward them because they said they looked like rappers with all of the diamonds and tricked-out trucks. The women really embraced all of the bottles of Moët, Cîroc, and Rosé being circulated around the room, seeing these ballas living it up for real. Bottles of Hennessy were being poured to make the mood in the room light as everyone was feeling the buzz from the alcohol.
The one blonde favored a young Coco with baby-blue eyes and a golden tan. The other had body like Serena, with a tight stomach that was exposed under the red shirt she was wearing. It flowed with the body-fitting blue Prada jeans. Her green eyes were just as captivating as her thick-ass thighs and ass.
Nino was on the couch calling up Ramon when the thick, green-eyed white girl came over to him and unzipped his pants. She pulled out his dick and took it into her mouth. She looked into his eyes as her green eyes filled with lust as she began to please him.
“Damn, baby girl, you doing ya thing!” Nino said as her warm, soft, and wet lips slid over him and made him feel good.
“Que pasa, mi amigo?” Ramon said after answering the phone. Nino was still looking down at the white girl working her magic as he continued the call.
“Life is good. Business is better, my man.”
“That’s always good to hear. I take it we’ll see each other soon?”
“In a day or so. I’ll call you when I land.”
“Es tambien, hermano. I’ll see you then.”
He hung up the phone feeling the sensation rushing through his body as her soft hand assisted in stroking him up and down as her mouth also we
nt up and down, which stimulated him even more.
“Mmmmmmh, mmmmmh!” she moaned, vibrat-ing her tongue and lips over his dick to make him reach his peak and not be able to hold it back.
“Damn, baby girl, here it comes!” he said while looking into her eyes as she continued pumping and sucking on him.
He could not hold it back anymore and exploded into her mouth of warmth. She continued to pump and suck, taking all of his flowing juice into her mouth and swallowing the last drop. She continued to squeeze and pump, still looking into his eyes while full of lust. She pulled out his dick, licked the head, and then kissed it before getting up.
“I swallow so I make memories and not a mess,” she said, sitting beside him and pouring herself a double shot of Cîroc and then chasing down his juice with it.
“You a beast, blondy. I’ma definitely have to keep ya number locked into my phone,” he said, making her laugh even though he was serious.
“Yeah, we rich, nigga! We changed the game around here!” Nino said to his homies.
Dollar stood up with a double shot of Hennessy in his cup. He was feeling himself getting all the money.
“I toast to my nigga Nino, for showing us all love and allowing us to get this fucking money!” Dollar announced before drinking his double shot.
Nino grabbed the remote to the sound system and turned on the classic Young Jeezy album Thug Motivation. As the tracks played, they were all feeling the getting-money music that inspired a true hustla to go get it.
“This is that getting-money music right here, boy!” L-Geez said while feeling the music and himself.
“If you listening to Jeezy and you getting this paper, then you in the way, ya hear me,” Dollar said, flowing with the music and white bitches as the blue-eyed Coco lookalike started backing it up on him.
As they were all living it up and having fun, Tommy Guns was on the highway thinking about his plans to meet Ramon. He was so deep in thought that he did not even realize his foot was mashing the gas until a state trooper jumped out behind him flashing red and blue lights to get his attention. Immediately, the adrenaline pumped into his heart as his mind started racing and thinking about coming face-to-face with a cop. He pulled over and at the same time took hold of his new fully loaded nickel-plated .45 Desert Eagle ready to go with the laser beam on it.
Tommy didn’t go into panic mode yet, because he had fake credentials that he took out of the glove box before the trooper got to his car.
The trooper came up with the flashlight out and aimed it in Tommy’s face, which blinded him a bit.
“You know what I pulled you over for, right?”
Tommy played stupid while at the same time started to speak real proper. He looked studious with his wire-framed glasses as he took the role of the person on his ID, a twenty-seven-year-old student at the University of Howard who was studying criminology and social behavior. He handed both forms of identification to the trooper.
“Son, you handed me your school ID, too,” the officer said, handing it back to him.
It was Tommy’s way of throwing him off a little, yet planting the seed of him being a college kid.
“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t realize it was mixed in there.”
“Now, son, I pulled you over because you were clocked going fifteen miles over the speed limit.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t notice.”
Tommy was really into his character, playing the role to the fullest to deceive the trooper. Contact with police was exactly what the agencies warned Ramon about. It was not good for continuous business. The trooper headed back to his car to run a check on the car that Tommy was driving as well as to check the identification and name for warrants. As he waited for the dispatcher to get back to him, he continued looking at the picture of Tommy Guns.
“Michael Mitchell, you look very familiar,” he said to himself.
Then it came to him as the dispatcher returned over the radio to confirm the information on the ID. He made his way back to the car where Tommy Guns awaited with his hand on the .45 Desert Eagle.
“Mr. Mitchell, have you ever been on TV?” the trooper asked while looking at him with the flashlight, going back and forth from the ID to Tommy’s face.
“Ah, no sir.”
“Are you sure?” he asked again, making Tommy feel anxious and ready to start shooting as his grip tightened on the .45 Desert Eagle ready to blast this muthafucka.
“I’m sure.”
“I asked because you look like this rapper that’s always on the BET station my daughter watches all of the time.”
“That’s the first I’ve heard that one,” Tommy said laughing.
“All right, son, here’s your ID. Drive safe.”
Tommy pulled off and thought what a stupid muthafucka the officer was to possibly end his life and career because of his curiosity.
He focused back on driving with his plans to meet Ramon, but first he would make another trip to take care of business.
CHAPTER 3
DOWN IN MIAMI, Pistol, Raven, Diamond, and Tre were all over Tre’s crib getting ready to step out to the clubs. Tre was still young and seventeen, but his swagga and money allowed him to get into a lot of clubs. Tre wore his stunna gear of a baby-blue sweat suit by Roc-A-Wear, baby-blue Air Force Ones, Sean Jean stunna shades, and a diamond tag with RIP Tommy Guns on it. The other tags had the names of Little D and Geez on them. Tre definitely was in stunt mode.
Pistol also wore the latest YSL attire bling on his wrist and in his mouth. He looked the part of a young king in the game.
Raven and Diamond outshined them both with their hair and nails done and their body and clothing on ten. They were also wearing the newest shit off the runway by Dolce & Gabbana.
Once they left the crib and headed to the club, each of them focused on a good time for the night. As Tre pulled up to the club, he saw his homie Trigger parking his pearl-white LS450 Lexus with 23s on it. Tre blew the horn to get his attention while at the same time he hit the switch on the BMW and rolled down his windows.
“Yo, Trigger, you up in here tonight, huh?”
“You all ready? I’m club hopping to see where the party’s at.”
“Say no more. The party is wherever we are, my nigga.”
He parked his car beside Trigger’s and then exited with Raven. Pistol also parked his truck before he and Diamond got out. Pistol was about to leave his gun in the truck until Tre raised his shirt up and displayed his 9mm Beretta, so he turned back, grabbed his gun, and tucked it into his waistline.
“Yo, the security going to let us ride with our straps?”
“They already know what we do, and that we’ll shut this bitch down if they act funny,” Tre said, walking past the two lines of people and up to the six-foot six security guard who already knew he was. He handed him $500 for the crew and VIP entrance. “I got another nickel for ya if ya get me into a suite.”
The security did just that, after calling in over the radio to secure them a raised floor suite that was six feet off of the dance floor. It allowed Tre and his crew to view everyone on the floor; as well, being in the suite made them feel good and appreciated for their hustle and hard work.
The server entered the VIP suite and walked over to them.
“What y’all gentlemen having tonight?” she asked, looking good and the part of the Miami hostess life.
She had model features with dark, silky black hair, gray eyes, and a golden tan that made her eyes glow even more. Her smile was as welcoming as her presence, which allowed her to make plenty of tips.
“Give us bottles of Patron, Cîroc, Hennessy, and Moët, and a few mixed drinks for the ladies,” Tre said.
“My name is Amber. Anything you need tonight, and I’ll be more than glad to help you with it,” she said, working her hospitality to earn her tips for the night.
As she walked away, Diamond and Raven were checking her out.
“That sexy bitch better stay away from my man before I ch
ange her makeup and smack her around,” Raven said while Diamond laughed.
“You know she’s going extra to get her tips!” Diamond said.
“Just as long as she don’t touch neither of our men.”
Trigger didn’t mind the attention of Amber whether she was working for tips or not. He appreciated her presence, because it was all a part of the VIP experience.
Amber came back within a few minutes, sparklers burning and lights blinking as her and a few other girls carried all of the bottles they ordered. All of the attention shifted to their VIP section, which allowed everyone to know where the young kings were.
“Here are your bottles. I also brought an orange juice and vodka as well as apple martinis. I’ll set them over there on the table. We have food if you would like to order anything,” Amber said, eyeing Tre and Pistol up and down, checking to see if the two of them were too young to be legally allowed in there, but wealthy enough to pay their way. She was obviously going to work her looks for tips.
As she awaited their response, she put her hand through her hair while giving each of them back-and-forth eye contact. At the same time, she lightly bit her bottom lip in a seductive manner. Trigger also saw this, so he stepped in because he wanted her attention as well.
“Pretty girl, bring fries and wings for the crew, along with them mini sliders, alright? Ya number would be fine, too, because my niggas are already taken, unless you like their girlfriends and shit,” Trigger said.
Amber smiled at both of the girls as if to work them as well. She did not mind going both ways if she had to.
“That shit don’t fly over here, mami! We only do dick. You pretty though,” Raven said after giving her a brief smirk before the get-the-fuck–out-of-here look followed.
Amber took the hint and left the VIP area to put in Trigger’s order.
Everyone was feeling good as they partied and enjoyed themselves, all toasting to the good life. Raven and Tre embraced their time and memories together, just as Diamond and Pistol did.
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