Friday, September 20, 2013

Trust No Bitch 2 by Cash and NeNe Capri

Sneak Peek
Kiam looked at his young boy and spoke decisively. "We're going up in here to make shit right, but we're not bowing down to this nigga. If he don't have no understanding let your banger do the talking. If shit get hot we either come outta there together or we die side by side. There is no compromise to that," he inst...ructed.

JuJu nodded his head and clicked one in the chamber of his Desert Eagle. From this point on it was do or die. If Riz was on some gorilla shit he was gonna make that nigga the top story on the ten o'clock news. "I'm ready fam. Let's go see what it do," he said and they got out of the car at the same time.
Kiam had his heat on his waist and a small duffle bag slung across his good shoulder. JuJu followed him inside the building with his jaw set and his mind on creating chalk lines. He took in everything as they climbed the stairs to the sixth floor.

Bones opened the door and let them in. He had a mug on his face like something stupid was on his mental. Kiam looked him in the eye communicating that death was right around the corner if he was intent on having it pay him a visit. JuJu's grimace punctuated that message, but Bones wasn't shook. He had more than a dozen bodies on his street resume and the thought of adding two more made his nuts swell.

None of the men spoke to each other. JuJu kept his eyes on Bones as he closed the door behind them. Kiam's gaze immediately honed in on Riz who was seated on the couch with his two Rottweilers at his feet. His short dreads were neatly trimmed today and the army fatigues that he wore were starched and creased. Nothing about his appearance was cruddy but his eyes; they were two black orbs that resembled the darkness that came before death.
With four killahs in one small room and a breadth of animosity between them the tension immediately thickened.

Both canines rose and bared their teeth, letting out low growls. Kiam didn't flinch, he was gonna turn them into black and brown throw rugs the minute they pounced.

"Sit," ordered Riz without breaking the eye lock that he held on Kiam.
The well-trained dogs obeyed their master's command while continuing to watch Kiam. The dog’s keen sense of smell picked up the heavy scent of danger that emitted from his pores.

Riz sized Kiam up. The reports that he'd gotten back from Cleveland confirmed what his first impressions had been. The man that stood before him personified officialness but that didn't excuse what had happened.

Kiam dropped the duffel bag at Riz's feet. It landed with a thud. "I'm a man of honor," he said. "I would never betray the people that vouched for me nor would I dirty my name. A man's word is worth much more than money. That's every dollar that you lost in our last transaction. I hope that brings peace between us but if not, it's your move."

Riz duly noted Kiam's audacity; he had no choice but to respect the nigga's gangsta. Here he was with one arm in a sling, up in BK, in the crib of one of the most ruthless men in the city, letting his nuts hang to the floor.
Riz cleared his throat. Seconds later four cold-hearted assassins came out of the back wearing menacing frowns and holding assault rifles. They posted up around the room covering all sides and stood prepared to let their weapons bark at Riz's command.

Kiam eyes scanned the room, the odds were seriously against him but that was the story of his life. He had never been one to fold against a stacked deck and that wasn't about to change now. Behind him JuJu wasn't sweating, he had resigned himself to kill or be killed. But I'm taking a muthafucka to the grave wit' me. Bones was going to be the first to get his top blown off, JuJu had already decided.

Quickly his eyes located the light switch on the wall. It was right there within arm’s reach. With the lights out, the darkness would minimize their advantage.
JuJu took a mental picture of where each man stood, he could put them on their asses without accidentally shooting Kiam. Yeah muhfuckaz I'm 'bout to turn this li'l spot into Beirut.

Kiam was thinking the same damn thing. He showed no fear. His persona remained all dick and balls. Wasn't no pussy inside his jeans so there was no chance of him bitching up. Fuck he care about a six against two? For most of his life it had been him against the whole got damn world. He looked at Riz's setup. It ain't enough of these muhfuckaz to get at me and my vicious ass young boy. And what purpose does dogs serve in a gunfight?

The thought brought a chuckle from his gut and his hand eased toward the strap inside his jacket. In that frozen moment of time, Eyez flashed in his mind. He hadn't told her goodbye so there was no way he was dying today. Fuck no! These niggas were about to get introduced to mass muhfuckin' murder.

The sound of the click clacks around the living room echoed in harmony as Riz's team peeped the move and clapped one in their chambers. Riz's hand shot up. "Everybody hold the fuck up!" he shouted. "There's no need for bloodshed. Let me talk to this man."

Kiam's whistle was halfway out of his waistband and JuJu's was already aimed at Bones' head, a fraction of a second away from decorating the wall.
Kiam studied Riz's face and saw what he needed to see in order to quiet that beast within. His hand came off the rubber grip around the handle of his banger, and he let it settle back down in its place. "We good Ju," he said without turning around.

JuJu removed his tool from Bones head but kept it out and ready to reverse the bodyguard's fate if the wind changed directions up in there.
Riz reached out, pulled the duffel bag to him and peered inside. He looked up at Kiam and nodded his acceptance. "Have a seat, my friend," he offered.
Kiam sat beside Riz on the couch.

Riz leaned over and grabbed a blunt off the cocktail table. One of his goons walked up and put some flame to it for him. Riz hit the blunt and slowly blew the smoke out. "What happened? Who on your team betrayed us?" he asked pointedly.

"******** and Gator," replied Kiam. "They both have been dealt with and can't possibly violate again."
Riz considered what he had just been told. "I didn't see that in *******," he admitted. "I read her to be a down ass bitch. Maybe even loyal to a fault."
Kiam just listened, he didn't see where true loyalty had a limit.
"It doesn't surprise me about Gator because he crossed people he was down with to join up with Big Zo, though what he was really loyal to was Lissha's pussy. I guess your coming in and taking over and probably taking Lissha from him too, pushed him to flip," Riz continued.

Kiam left him to think whatever he wanted, but something Riz had said caught his attention. "How did Gator cross someone to hook up with Big Zo?" he delved.
"Ask Lissha, she'll tell you. But you better watch that bitch, behind that pretty ass smile is a loaded gun. Her loyalty to Big Zo is impenetrable, never think otherwise."
"Mine is also," stated Kiam. Never think otherwise.
Riz smiled appreciatively, loyalty was the attribute that separated real men from fakes. With a nigga like Kiam on his squad there would be no stopping him. He sat the blunt down in an ashtray and placed a friendly hand on Kiam's shoulder. "I like what you stand for. You're the type of man that can be trusted. Unfortunately, I don't feel the same way about the man you work for."
"You can feel what you wanna feel Bleed, but I didn't come here for that. I came to straighten things up with you. Now that that's done where can we go from here?"

"Kiam, things aren't always as simple as that and not many people are who they appear to be. I used to have the same respect for Big Zo as you have for him now, but things started happening that has me wondering." He leaned back and gathered his thoughts before sharing them.

Kiam looked over at JuJu who was still posted up by the door surveying everything and everyone. Riz's voice brought Kiam's attention back to him.
"Kiam, let me tell you a story. When the feds hit Big Zo and snatched up everything he had, I was the one that fronted Lissha and Treebie blocks to help them rebuild his empire. Not long after I began doing that one of my stash houses here in New York got jacked and three of my men lost their lives trying to defend it. A fourth one was left alive by the robbers to deliver a message." Riz gestured one of his goons over to the couch.
The dreadlocked boy came across the room and stood awaiting Riz's order. "This is my son Jamaal. He is the one Blood Money left alive to deliver their message," he said to Kiam.

Blood Money! Kiam was shocked, but his expression did not change. JuJu had heard the name too but he did not allow his emotions to betray his calm.
"Jamaal, show him what Blood Money did to you," Riz prompted.
Jamaal let the stock of his chopper rest on the floor as he removed the gloves he was wearing and showed Kiam the scar left from the bullet hole that Blood Money had blown through his hand.

All kinds of thoughts ran through Kiam's mind but he revealed nothing to Riz. "What does any of this shit have to do with us?" Kiam questioned him.
Riz looked him in the eye and replied, "I had several of my men executed after that robbery. But as time moved on I have reason to suspect that Big Zo was behind it. I've tracked Blood Money to Cleveland, Ohio, Big Zo's stomping grounds. I don't believe in coincidence. I haven't been able to find out any of their identities but I will sooner or later, and if my suspicions prove correct I'm murdering everyone associated with Big Zo. You might wanna consider breaking ties with his organization."

"Loyalty or death," proclaimed Kiam, rising to his feet. "So I guess this ends our business."
"Only if you want it to. Like I said, I have suspicions but no proof. We can carry on with our dealings, it is very profitable to both sides. But I can't trust delivering to your people outside of New York. I'll lower the price $500 a shoe but you'll have to come up here to get them."
"I can do that," Kiam agreed and they shook hands.

As Riz walked him to the door he told him that he hoped his suspicions turned out to be wrong. "I do too," Kiam replied. "Because when two giants clash a lot of little people get crushed."

As Kiam and JuJu descended down the stairs they both were wondering who in the fuck Blood Money was. Kiam's forehead was creased, he needed answers and this time he was not letting Lissha blow him off.

Inside his apartment Riz picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Yeah?" answered his man.

"What have you found out about Blood Money?" asked Riz.
"Nothing yet, but I'm on it. And when I smoke 'em out, I'ma torture and kill 'em one by one," said Wa'leek.

HollowRead Challenge

Crowned by Princess Dior

Roxy has been on a paper chase ever since her mother was incarcerated. Left to fend for herself she turns to the one place that doesn’t judge her; the streets. When her life begins to spiral out of control she has to decide whether she is ready to own up to her mistakes and the people she has crossed or trade in her Gucci shoes and king-sized bed for state issued slippers and a twin sized cot.

Princess Dior, born Princess Estella Dior Washington to Queen Esther Perkins, faced many challenges in her younger life. Raised by a single mother that she viewed to be the most powerful woman in the world, Princess’s life was nothing less than boring. Growing up, Princess watched as her mother hustled to provide for her and her siblings by any means necessary. Taking great pride in her mother’s determination to raise her family, Princess embodied in her strength which molded her into an outspoken, well-dressed little girl with her eyes on the world.
Grounded by the church, and expressing hobbies for writing and speaking publicly, Princess began to showcase her talents at the mere age of thirteen and has yet to look back. Filled with the desire to help, she began to use her talents to motivate and uplift others through writing and public speaking. Since being raised in a church filled environment, Princess knew that taking on the role of being over the morning announcements and the dance ministry would be worth something more than a resume builder.
Taking her religious values very seriously, Estella believed that she was destined to do great things. As life would have it, Princess took a turn into the game of survival which lead to leading a life as a “Hustler’s Wife”. Becoming accustomed to the fabrication of a fabulous life, Princess turned to the streets to provide her with all of life’s riches. Hustling became her new lease on life until she found herself facing a 35 year prison sentence. With her hands clasp together on bended knees, she remembered her mother saying “No weapon formed against you shall prosper”. Renewing her faith in God, Estella began to reevaluate her outlook on life.
Feeling that the enemy won, Estella’s reclamation of her salvation while in wait at the women’s detention center only added more blessings for this newfound young woman. Winning the Correctional Idol Contest gave her the affirmation that she needed. Recommencing the skills that never left her hand or her heart, Estella won a spot on a CD with Malcolm Jamal Warner and on Russell Simmons Def Poetry Slam.
Enjoying her renowned love for writing, poetry, and mentorship, Estella spread all of her positive energy throughout her family and ministry on love, life, and inspiration. By creating an image to inspire others with her story and the recreation of her life, this aspiring Media Mogul wanted to share her trials and tribulations to mentor others and show them the path that God has set forth. Knowing and believing that God can and will show up in your life during your most controversial times, Estella wants all to know that being patient and humbling yourself proves that you too can make the right advancement in life.
Now living a life of substantial wealth in Christ, Estella is a free woman who’s working and building her media empire that motivates and inspires others through the works of art and entertainment. Currently taking pride in her husband, Dorian Wright and their children, she looks at life to be enriching and full of a well-rounded support system. Feeling compelled by her story, Estella feels that there is no shame in sharing her life story. She hopes that her story heals and motivates those that feel all hope is gone.
Estella Dior is a, Wife, Mother, Entrepreneur, Motivational Speaker, an Author and a Spoken Word Poet who has overcome trials and tribulations with goals to enrich and inspire everyone she meets. Her hopes are to transform each being and to convert their lives from walking by sight, but by Faith alone.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Sapphire Escape by JA Sapphire

      Sapphire: Escape begins in the streets of Wilmington, Delaware as I fight for my independence from my authoritative parents forcing me flee to Atlanta, Georgia and entering the strip club industry. While there are many assumptions as to why women enter the strip club industry, the main ones are that we as women are mindless, nymphomaniac junkies with no education, skills, aspirations, or goals. This simply isn’t true and the actual explanations will astonish you. Sapphire is one of the highest paid black, exotic dancers in the nation based in Atlanta, Georgia. She has been an exotic dancer for sixteen years. She is a veteran, an expert of the strip club industry and the interpersonal relationships that traditionally exist between men and women.
Her experienced eyes have seen the rise and fall of the strip club industry, the economy, our leaders, celebrities and professional athletes. She is entangled in a web of illusion that society deems the “underground” and entrapped in the collapse of society’s mentality, self-image, and the collapse of interpersonal relationships between men and women.
Being estranged from her family and being recently fired from her job she finds herself making a split second decision between her present state of living and the loss of her dignity. To survive more than just the financial aspects of her life, she reinvents herself into the strip club diva known as SAPPHIRE—however, at times she’s known as Carmella.

Tears Of A Hustler by Silk White

       Four and a half years in prison and finally Pauleena is back in the free world, ready to hit the ground running and get back to business. However, one problem stands in her way….The Spades. With Wolf out the game, The Spades leader Dice has no choice, but to step up to the plate and keep the movement moving, before new management takes over. The only question is does he have what it takes to lead thousands of troops into battle, as well as keep himself out of jail and not get his head blown off in the process? Free to do what he wants, Wolf has the freedom he has always sought…but the game can’t and won’t let him go no matter how hard he tries to avoid it. Join Silk White as he takes readers imaginations into a fast paced story of betrayal, deceit and disloyalty. Watch as the tables get turned and nothing is as it seems….let the journey begin…….

         Pauleena entered the shower room and grabbed some scrawnylooking white girl who was drying off and tossed her out of the shower room, then slammed the door behind her. Instantly Jessica looked up and saw Pauleena standing in the shower room fully dressed. Right then and there Jessica already knew what time it was.
“Oh I  see you one of them hard headed bitches.” Jessica spat. She stood talking to Pauleena as if she wasn’t butt naked. Jessica was a big girl, but she wasn’t fat nor was she skinny. Jessica rinsed the remaining soap suds off of her body, then cut the shower off, as she noticed Pauleena heading towards her. All the steam that filled the shower room and floated through the air made it hard for Jessica or Pauleena to seeclearly. “Come on bitch.” Jessica growled taking a defensive stance. Once Pauleena was within arm reach, Jessica fired off a quick jab.
Pauleena weaved the jab and caught Jessica with a stiff right hook. Jessica’s head snapped back as the strap on her shower slippers broke off. Once Pauleena saw Jessica struggling to keep her footing she went in for the kill and fired punches from all angles hitting Jessica all in herface and head. Jessica fought back as best she could, but every time she tried to gain momentum in the fight Pauleena hit her with another punch.
Jessica kicked off her other shower shoe, backed up and took a second to regroup. She eyed Pauleena closely, the fresh scratches that covered her face were beginning to burn and sting, so she quickly moved on to plan B. Jessica charged Pauleena and was rewarded with two stiff punches to the face. Jessica took the punches well, reached out and grabbed a handful of Pauleena hair. “Bitch!” Jessica barked, then tossed Pauleena into the wall by her hair. Pauleena’s body sounded off loudly when it made contact with the wall. Jessica held Pauleena’s hair with one hand and fired off several punches to her face, followed by a few knee strikes.
Outside the shower room Remy as well as several other inmates stood outside the shower room’s door listening to the gruesome battle that was taking place on the other side of the door. They didn’t know what was going on, but from the sound of it they could tell that it was going down.
     A native of Harlem, New York, Silk White began his writing career in 2006. He is the author of the three part Urban Fiction series Tears of a Hustler and Co-Owner of Good2Go Publishing and Good2Go Films. Silk has No Way Out and Black Barbie as a film credit under Good2Go Films and in his spare time, loves to write and act. He is currently producing a new movie and is hard at work on his next novel.

The Bully Bangers by Fabiola Joseph


Saturday, September 7, 2013

Aqua Blue by Marian L. Thomas

In 1968 a child was born. Her father's eyes boast a beautiful green and her mother was born with hazel. Yet, Aqua Blue was brought into the world with neither.
Haley wishes her parents would forget her. Her mother wants to control her, her father constantly beats on her and Haley, however, just wants to dance on Broadway. Will her dreams cost her more than she ever expected?
Jonathan Jacob Benjamin Brown is running from the memory of a mother he loved. His journey will thrust him into a world filled with secrets so shocking, he must determine whether he will forgive or walk away.
As they each step foot into the intoxicating city of New York, their dreams are standing before them with open arms. Yet, in order to embrace the possibilities, they must first learn to live, love, and breathe.