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  Chapter 1 - Aja

  Growing up wasn’t easy for me at all. I feel sorry for any child who has to grow up with a crackhead for a mother.

  My name is Aja Jackson, and life has dealt my brother and me, a shitty hand courtesy of our mother. Gail Jackson is a sorry ass excuse for a parent. I call her by her name because she doesn’t deserve to be called Momma. Gail is the true definition of a junkie. She’s a thief, and sells her body just to keep from being sick. I gave up on Gail a long time ago.

  I don’t know where I would be without my big brother, Markese. He has been my mother, father, and my closest friend. Markese taught me how to walk, ride a bike, and beat a bitch ass if I had to. Markese and his girlfriend Trish spoil me rotten. I want for nothing. Trish and Markese have helped me through all my trials and tribulations. I don’t know where I would be without them. Fuck Gail and whoever my deadbeat Daddy is because I know she doesn’t know who he is either. I am so ready to get out of Trish and Markese house. They have done enough for me. It’s time for me to get my own crib, but I already know that is not about to fly with Markese.

  It’s summertime in Chicago and there is nothing to do but party and bullshit with my ride or die chick, Niyah. It’s going to be hard for me to kick it because Markese be on me. Markese is the HNIC of The Murda Squad, a crew him and his childhood friends started when they were younger. My brother is loved and feared across the city.

  Markese and his crew are running shit, and they live up to their name. These niggas are a big part of the reason why the murder rate is at an all-time high. My brother’s line of work is dangerous. That’s why he tries to keep me out of the hood where he conducts business. That’s where he fucked up. Now I hang on the south side of Chicago where they are definitely about that gunplay. I have to be careful about who I hang with and what they know about us. It’s kill or be killed on the mean streets of Chicago. People are out here hungry; they’re robbing and murking one another left and right. Snitching is also at an all-time high in the Chi, so you definitely need to watch the company you keep.

  Markese is always telling me to keep squares out my circle. The same guys that you come up with will be the same ones who will put a bullet in your head, or wear a wire and have your ass facing a life sentence. There is no such thing as loyalty to some people. You have to learn how to separate the real from fake.

  Everybody knows that I am Markese’s little sister. I can’t even have a boyfriend because they’re scared of him and the crew. Markese still thinks I am a virgin. Unbeknownst to him, I lost that shit a long time ago. I only deal with men from the Southside because they don’t know my brother. It’s easier this way.

  I listen to my brother though. He has put me up on game when it comes down to dealing with men. . He’s always telling me to watch out because all they want is pussy. I’m smarter than that though. There’s an AIDS epidemic in the Chi, and I’m definitely not trying to get caught slipping. Markese hates the fact that Trish has groomed me into a bad bitch walking.

  At the age of twenty, my confidence is through the roof. I’m a 5’5” red bone, and thicker than a snicker. I got an ass so fat you can sit a drink on it and it won’t even spill. I wear all the latest fashions; you would swear I had a job. Markese gives me a monthly allowance and keeps my bank account current.

  However, it’s time for me to get out and get my own apartment. I want to show Markese and Trish that I can be independent and take care of myself. Quiet as kept, I already found a nice apartment close to downtown in a beautiful area away from the hood.

  My girl, Niyah, has been kickin it with this guy named Hassan for a minute now. He and his crew got some major paper. I have never dealt with any of the guys in his crew because they are too disrespectful and ignorant. Hassan is cool as hell though. I can see why my girl is in love with him. Plus, he spoils her rotten.

  Hassan has invited us to a welcome home party for his older brother who has been locked up for the past five years. The only thing these niggas have been talking about is the infamous Rahmeek Jones aka King Rah. They really be holding this nigga’s dick. I don’t want to go, but I definitely want to see this man in the flesh.

  Niyah and I decided to go shopping at The Water Tower on The Magnificent Mile in downtown Chicago. We found some sexy cream-colored dresses with black heels to match with gold spikes on them. After shopping, we headed over to the salon to get our hair done. I got a blonde bob with a Chinese bang. Niyah got some damn twenty-inch hair weaved into in head. It’s damn near one hundred degrees outside! It’s too hot for all that hair, but to each its own. We looked good as hell, but why wouldn’t we look good? We are from the Westside and we like messing with Southside niggas. It’s a known fact around Chicago that Southside bitches can’t stand Westside bitches. Therefore, we have to show up, show out, and shut these hoes down. The party is going to be at The Factory Gentlemen’s Club, one of the hottest strip clubs in the Chi.

  ****

  The Factory was already packed when we finally got there. Thank God, we were in V.I.P. Hassan had unlimited everything and we blended right in with the crew. I was sipping on Coconut Ciroc and pineapple when the finest specimen I have ever seen walked into V.I.P. I was speechless. Judging from the way everybody was jumping up and hugging him, I knew this was the man of the hour. Rahmeek stood about 6’2” with a caramel complexion, dreads long like Lil Wayne, and a body like Busta Rhymes. Rahmeek was fresh to death in crispy white Air Force Ones and an all-white True Religion outfit. He was the total package and then some. My pussy was soaking wet. I wished I had put on some panties.

  “Damn, close your mouth,” Niyah said breaking me from my thoughts.

  “Niyah, he is fine as fuck,” I licked my lips seductively as I watched him work the room.

  “Girl, yes! Hassan my baby and all but big bro can get it the long way.”

  “Naw, don’t get greedy. I want this man in the worst way. His name is written all over my Kitty Kat.”

  We both began laughing. I started getting nervous when I saw Hassan and Rahmeek walking towards us.

  “Big Bro, this is my girl, Niyah, and her friend, Aja. This is my brother, Rahmeek.”

  We both extended our hands and he kissed the back of them. Let me find out Rahmeek is a gentlemen.

  “Nice to meet both of you ladies. I have heard so much about you, Niyah but, I’m hurt because I know nothing about you, Ms. Aja.”

  Rahmeek sat down beside me. I was blushing like a schoolgirl as he whispered in my ear.

  “You are the baddest bitch in the room. No disrespect, Lil Momma.”

  “Thank you, Rahmeek. You’re not so bad yourself.”

  “Where is your man, Aja?”

  “I don’t have a man,” I replied while pouring myself another drink to calm my nerves.

  “Well, since you don’t have a man, there shouldn’t be a problem with me taking you home tonight.” He sounded so cocky and sure of himself.

  “Boy please, I don’t know you like that. What makes you think that I would go home with you?”

  “Trust me the wetness between your legs ain’t sweat. Only a man of my caliber could have a woman cumming on herself the first time she meets him,” Rahmeek said in a cocky tone.

  Looking down, I had my legs slightly open. I was embarrassed as hell to say the least.

  “Don’t worry about it, Lil Momma. He got excited at the thought of you as well.”

  Both of us looked down at his dick. It was hard and long as hell. This nigga was
definitely working with a monster. For the rest of the night, we popped bottles, chilled, and danced so much that my feet were sore as hell. I noticed that Rahmeek was a ladies’ man and whispered in a lot of bitches’ ears. I was jealous and I didn’t even know this man. His confidence was through the roof. He knew he was the shit. That turned me on, but I had to play it cool. Once the club was closed, Niyah and I chilled in the parking lot with Hassan and Rahmeek.

  “You going home with me, Lil Momma, or what?” Rahmeek asked.

  “No, I’m good. I’ll take a rain check, but here is my number. Give me a call so we can get to know each other better.”

  “Alright, we can do that.”

  After exchanging numbers, I watched as Rahmeek walked off while wondering if I had made the right decision by not going home with him. Especially since I saw him walking off with that bitch, Karima, who was following him all around like a puppy dog. I can’t stand her thirsty ass.

  Chapter 2 – Markese

  There is no better feeling in this world than riding around smoking on some Kush and sipping on some Remy. I’m on top of the world. I feel like the King of Chicago right now. I got more money than I know what to do with. I remember not having shit while growing up. I dreamt of the day when I would be able to buy anything I wanted, regardless of the price tag. I’ve been hustling since the age of fourteen. Now I’m thirty years old. Being a hustler is one of the hardest jobs in the world because I risk my life and freedom every day. Fuck a nine to five. I’m my own boss with employees on the clock.

  It’s killing season in the Chi and everyone is expendable. I’m King around these parts. I’m hated my many, but loved by most. That shit don’t bother me one bit. I have been able to stay on top because I give back to the community. It’s only right. You can’t walk around selling drugs and murking niggas without showing some type of appreciation to the kids or the elderly. My childhood friends, Killa, Mont, Boogie, Nisa, and I have built an untouchable empire. We’ve been holding court in The Roosevelt Towers since we were shorties. Without them, I am nothing. We are like a family. Besides my crew, I got my two favorite girls in the world; my childhood sweetheart, Trish, and my little sister, Aja. Anyone who fucks with this is signing their own death certificate.

  My baby, Trish, is my ride or dies chick. We have been in this shit since we were fourteen years old. Her mother practically raised Aja and me when Gail decided drugs were more important than we were. I wish Trish would marry me. I have proposed several times and each time she turns me down. Trish will not marry me until I get out the game; she refuses to be a drug dealer’s widow. Her ass is lucky I love the ground she walks on because I would have left a long time ago. Shit, who am I kidding? Trish will gut my ass like a fish. I most definitely try to tread lightly with her. My sister Aja is my world. I will kill a nigga off site for fucking with her. Niggas know not to let me catch them looking at her. I have no problem with bodying a nigga just for looking. Despite the fact that she is grown, she still needs guidance and stability. I thank God every day for Trish because she is a great role model for Aja. I love Aja with all my heart. I am very overprotective of her. I have to be because niggas ain’t shit. Aja deserves to be treated like the queen she is. I am going to make sure she doesn’t settle for less.

  The Roosevelt Towers make more money in week than most people see in a month, and that’s on drugs alone. Not only do we get money from selling drugs, but our murder game is official. When shit gets out of hand, one phone call to the Murda Squad and whatever problem you have will be a distant fucking memory. We don’t play games when it comes down to bullshit in The Towers. This is how we eat so I have a very low tolerance for bullshit. We make our money, but we also protect our tenants. There is no such thing as calling CPD when shit goes down in The Towers.

  Couples are always beefing in the building, causing a whole lot of commotion and unwanted police presence. Bitches are always beefing over a nigga, so we put a boxing ring in the basement. I’m not with the drama. The last thing I need is for someone to call the police and we have to shut down shop. Why call the police when the Squad is at your disposal?

  I got a lot going on in my personal life. Trish is my world, but I have two kids by this chick named Carmen who I’ve been fucking with for the last five years. I know that I am dead wrong because I love two women. The difference is that I am in love with Trish, and I love Carmen for giving me my seeds. Trish has been pregnant several times, but she can’t seem to hold the babies to term. This will break her heart if she ever finds out. That will hurt me because she doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.

  Chapter 3 - Rahmeek

  It feels good to be a free man. I was incarcerated for five years. There are only two things I missed in this world; pussy and getting money. Before I got locked up, I was the motherfucking man. I ran the south side of Chicago alongside my brother. Hassan wasn’t able to handle the weight by himself while I was away so we lost our connect. Niggas think we fucked up on the cash, but they don’t know that I’m still holding. Prior to going away, I had purchased my first home in beautiful Hoffman Estates that I was sharing with Carmen, the love of my life. I had over ten million in the bank when I left. I thank God that only person who had access to my account was Hassan. Carmen left me high and dry after the first year of my incarceration. I no longer got visits, letters, or anything on the books, not that I needed it. I gave that bitch the world and she just picked up and left my ass. She broke bad on me when I needed her the most.

  Since I have been released from prison, I been kicking back and catching up with old business associates. Trying to get back on may be a little harder than I thought. I lot has changed in five years. I already have more money than I know what to do with, but there is always room for more.

  I’m glad Hassan gave me a coming home party at The Factory; that bitch was off the chain. I was in a room full of bitches, but only one had my undivided attention. It’s been two weeks since I met Aja, and we’ve been talking on the phone every day.

  During our many conversations, I’ve learned a lot about her. The one thing that stood out is the fact that she is only twenty years old. Aja carries herself like an older woman. I think that’s why I am so attracted to her. I was concerned that my age might be an issue for her. I was surprised when she said that she actually liked older men. Once she told me that, I was most definitely going to continue to pursue her. Her ass has been playing hard to get. She surprised me when she agreed to go out on a date with me. I’m taking her to her favorite restaurant, The Grand Lux Café. I offered to pick her up, but she said that she would meet me there instead. When I walked into the restaurant, I observed all the paintings that covered the walls. I searched around the room to see if Aja had arrived. Once I spotted Aja, I just stared at her beauty. Her skin glowed from the way the light hit her face. The red lipstick she had on made her lips look so sexy.

  “Hello beautiful. I’m sorry that I’m late. It was hard finding a parking space.” Her perfume invaded my nostrils as I embraced her.

  “It’s cool, boo. I just got here.”

  “Let’s order something to eat. I’m hungry. This is your favorite place. What do you recommend?”

  “The shrimp and steak dinner is really good. It’s pretty big, so we can share it.”

  After ordering our food, we ate, drank, and laughed. We enjoyed each other’s company for the rest of the night. Sitting there and kicking with Aja, I became even more mesmerized by her. I had to shoot my shot and see if I could get her to come home with me.

  “So, what are you doing after we leave here?”

  “Nothing. Just going home I’m probably going to watch a movie or something.”

  “How about you come to my house and we can watch a movie together?”

  “Rah, please! You insist on getting me to your house. What do you have up your sleeve Rahmeek?

  “I’m a keep it one hundred with you. You’re sexy as fuck and I really want to spend more time with you. I also w
ould love to wake up next to you in the morning.”

  “Is that so King Rah?”

  “I’m so fucking serious, Aja. So, are you coming home with me or not?”

  “Yes, Rahmeek, I will come home with you.”

  I was happy as hell because I thought she was going to say no. I got to have Aja. This girl got my nose wide open and I haven’t even had the pussy yet. I hope that tonight I will be able to know what the pussy feels like. I have been the perfect gentleman, but I’m not holding back. Aja is going to have a whole new walk when I get through with her ass.

  Chapter 4 - Aja

  I can’t believe that I agreed to come home with Rahmeek. I was nervous as hell for the entire ride to his house. The only comfort was the fact that he held my hand the entire way to his house. Pulling into his driveway, I noticed the exterior of his house was immaculate. The interior was so beautiful that I was speechless it was lavish as hell. Rahmeek showed me around and told me to make myself at home. He ran some bath water and gave me one of his shirts to walk around in. After I freshened up, I found him in his man cave, smoking a blunt watching the movie Belly.

  “Why did you start the movie without me?”

  “I’m sorry, baby. You want me to start it over?”

  “No. I’m good. I haven’t really missed anything.”

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap.

  “Oh my God, Rahmeek, that Jacuzzi tub was putting me to sleep.”

  “Yeah, it gets me every time, baby.”

  Looking into each other’s eyes, we got lost in the moment. I leaned in to kiss him. I could taste the Remy and weed as our tongues danced. There was no turning back, so I went all the way. I unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. I pulled his boxers down and placed his dick into my mouth. I deep throated his dick . I was trying my best to give him the best head he ever had in his life. I had his toes curling and his eyes rolling in the back of his head. He moaned and groaned as he rubbed his hands through my hair.