305 Lovin' 3

Diamond Johnson

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 21 février 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648543784
• Langue: English

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Contents



Acknowledgments


1. Tracy

2. Jaquan

3. Dre

4. Quan

5. Chantel

6. Tracy

7. Quan

8. Toya

9. Dre

10. Toya

11. Dre

12. Charlie

13. Monae

14. Dre

15. Toya

16. Dre

17. Chantel

18. Jaquan

19. Toya

20. Dre

21. Charlie


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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
Acknowledgments

First off, I would like to thank God for even giving me the ability to have the talent of writing. I believe in Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through Christ Jesus who strengthens me.” There were times when I didn’t want to continue writing this book because I didn’t think it would be good enough. I started working on I choose you in January, 2014. I stopped working on it due to school. Just last month, I opened it in word where I had it saved and I realized that I did have the talent to write. I pushed myself every day to complete this book, and I was thrilled when I finished it.
To my amazing boyfriend, David Hudson, who helped me along the way. He helped me with the mistakes that he caught as he read and pushed me to get the book done. He motivated me in ways that I don’t even think he knows he did.
To my amazing parents, thank you for believing in me as well and for not doubting me when I came to you guys with the idea of writing my very own book. I love you guys so much.
To my readers, I would like to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. You guys constantly keep me motivated with positive feedback. I appreciate the love that you all offer in the book reviews and even on Facebook. Without you guys, this journey wouldn’t even be possible, so I thank you.
I hope you all enjoy this book as much I enjoyed writing it. I’m doing this for you guys. Keep a look out for Diamond, this is only the beginning, I have so much up my sleeve for you guys.


“Keep in mind that I’m an artist
And I’m sensitive about my shit”
-Erykah Badu
1

Tracy

Y ou see, I wasn’t even trying to get involved with this bullshit ass plan that Chantel had hit me up with the other day. I had done my fair share of killings and other shit that I’m not too proud of, but fuckin’ with old people and little kids has never been my cup of tea. So, that’s why when Chantel told me about taking that nigga’s daughter for ransom, I wasn’t really down with that shit, even though I would’ve missed out on a lot of money.
I didn’t know that nigga personally, nor did I care to know his fuck ass on any type of level, but I can tell that the nigga loves his daughter and he would be willing to pay any amount of money to get her back if someone had her. So, after talking to Chantel on the phone and telling her crazy ass how I wasn’t down with the situation, I hung up and headed to the corner store to kick it with a few of my niggas. That’s when I ran into that bitch nigga, Quan. Let me explain to y’all how it all went down.
It was Tuesday night, and a nigga was standing in front of this little corner store on 183 rd called Juniors with a few of my niggas. The Miami bike life niggas were out riding on their dirt bikes, bitches were walking around damn near half naked, and there were about five different blunts going around. I sold a little weed in front of this spot from time to time, which is why I was standing over there at the moment. Everything was good and everybody was vibing. It was a dice game going on and the niggas who were playing were standing around talking shit as usual, and the niggas who weren’t playing, were just standing around betting on who they felt would win the game.
All of a sudden, a bad ass 2015 Maserati Gran Turismo pulled up into the parking lot, blasting that new Future mixtape. All eyes instantly went to the car because we all wanted to know who was pulling up in the hood in a foreign. When I saw that show off nigga, Quan, step out of the car, I immediately took my eyes off of him because I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted, which was attention. I guess he felt the need to come to the hood to show off his new toy. I didn’t like his ass in the first place because he did outrageous stuff and he felt like he couldn’t be touched.
I eventually had to look. It was hard not to because everybody ran up to him, giving him love and admiring his new whip and shit. Mothafuckas really thought that this nigga was the best thing since sliced bread. He made his way up to where I was standing with a few of my boys and those niggas was even on his nuts. I shook my head at those clowns and focused my attention on what was in front of me, which was nothing. I just didn’t want to be staring all in this nigga’s face.
“Tracy, you ain’t gone give that nigga Quan some love?” this dumb nigga, Zay, that I hung with asked me.
Zay was a senior in high school and he barely took his ass to school because he would rather stand on the corner and sell weed. He was a stupid ass nigga, if you ask me, and the route that he was going, I could see his ass dead or in a jail cell within the next few years because the nigga was ignorant as fuck. If he wasn’t selling weed, he was somewhere robbing people, with his silly ass.
“Man, fuck that nigga!” I said, just as Quan walked inside the store. I didn’t think he heard me because he had already turned and had his hand on the door handle, but when he turned around and faced me, I knew then that he had heard me.
He made his way over to me, grilling me like he was scaring me or some shit with the look that he was sporting. “Fuck you say to me, lil nigga?” he asked, as soon as he walked up on me.
“Lil nigga? I’m old enough to be your damn daddy!” I said to him. I wasn’t old enough to be his daddy, but I did know that I was older than him.
“You sound real fuckin’ upset. What’s wrong? I fucked your bitch or something? She came home with my dick still on her breath?” he asked and everybody that was in ear shot died laughing. “Fuck did I do to you? I know I don’t owe you no money, so why the fuck you so mad with me?” he asked.
I could tell that his ass didn’t even remember me, which pissed me off more because I was having all this beef with a nigga that didn’t even know I existed. I planned to rob this nigga blind one day, and he didn’t even recognize me from when I handed him my mixtape.
“Like I said, fuck you, nigga! You ain’t nobody to me! Just a ghetto ass rap nigga that forgot where the fuck he came from,” I spat.
Before I even had time to take into account what I had said to him, my face ran smack into his fist. This nigga punched me so damn hard that I felt a few of my teeth wiggle. I don’t know if this nigga had punched me in my mouth or my nose because both of my shits were bleeding.
“If you said anything correct just now, it’s the fact that I am just a ghetto ass rap nigga, but I know one thing, lil nigga, I don’t fuckin regret where the fuck I came from, bitch! Look where the fuck I’m at right now! I’m a long way from my motha fuckin mansion! I still bring my ass to the hood to kick it with my niggas! So I’ll never forget where I came from. I just figured out where I know your lame ass from. You the same nigga that tried to hand me your fuckin mixtape. It must really piss you off that I’m living the life that you wished you had. Silly ass nigga!” he spat, before turning his cocky ass around and making his way inside the store.
It was then that I decided I was going to help Chantel out with her little plan. I was going to show this nigga how it felt to be touched, since his ass thought that he could march his ass around, punching niggas in the face and nothing would happen to him.
That’s how I got myself into this situation, and it was taking everything in me not to strangle this little bitch, China, to death because she hadn’t stopped crying since we brought her back to my house in the city. I don’t know where the fuck Chantel’s cousin, Nita, had disappeared to because we hadn’t seen her since we all left the house that we had Charlie drop China off to.
The shit worked so smooth because we all knew that if the sleepover were to be at Nita’s house in the projects that Charlie would have never let China’s ass stay over there. Luckily, Nita still had the spare key to her mother’s house from when she used to stay there with her years ago. She informed us that her mother worked late nights at the hospital, so we had enough time to get China in the house and out before Nita’s mother came home from work.
“I want my daddy!” China yelled. She had been saying that for the past hour, and that shit was really starting to drive a nigga crazy.
“Fuck your bitch ass daddy, little girl! And stop crying before I hurt your little ass!” I yelled at her.
Her eyes bucked, and she went back to crying, only this time not as loud.
“What are we going to do now?” Chantel asked, walking back into the room where I had China. It probably wasn’t a smart idea to have all of this dirt going down at my house, but shit, nobody knew I had his daughter. Besides, the nigg