Love Money Greed

Dimas D. Tollinchi

Description

This Epic Urban Fiction takes you on a journey into the gritty inner city criminal underworld. Picture Timeless Classic's Movie's such AS Paid In Full, New Jack City, and American Gangster Feel.
This story strongly depicts inner city hustle and grind combined with Love, money, and greed fueling Mass ambitions, and epic drama. Those who dream big without a thought of consequence. Pure Lawlessness and opportunists, chasing their rush for a lavish lifestyle. Strong Love & Lustful emotional Tension that will have you lost for words. People that will do just about anything to get their way. To Secure and Maintain their rise to the top of the criminal underworld by any means necessary. Thrilling plot twist that will have you at the edge of your seat.

Sujets

• La movida (serie de televisión)
• Grit
• Hustle
• Money
• Greed
• Adventure
• Love
• Fiction
• Action

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 29 juillet 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 4
• EAN13: 9781669836612
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Love Money Greed
The Rise Of The Money Bag Boyz
Dimas D. Tollinchi

Copyright © 2022 by Dimas D. Tollinchi.
 
ISBN:
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978-1-6698-3662-9

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978-1-6698-3661-2
 
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 
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Rev. date: 07/28/2022
 
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Chapter 1The Past Returns
Chapter 2Last Minute Moves
Chapter 3Reminiscing
Chapter 4The Talk
Chapter 5The Decision
Chapter 6Old Friends
Chapter 7Set Up Shop
Chapter 8The Hater
Chapter 9Get Down or Stay Down
Chapter 10Beef
Chapter 11Building the Team
Chapter 12The Meeting
Chapter 13The Wait
Chapter 14The Arsenal
Chapter 15The Preparations
Chapter 16The Ransom
Chapter 17The Plan
Chapter 18The Drop
Chapter 19The Aftermath
Chapter 20The Plug
Chapter 21The Sitdown
Chapter 22The Takeover
Chapter 23Eaze’s Empire
Chapter 24Manny’s Mission
Chapter 25The Grind
Chapter 26Envy Kills
Chapter 27The Hit
Chapter 28Harlem’s Mine
Chapter 29The Takedown
Chapter 30The Call
Chapter 31The Bosses
Chapter 32Back Home
CHAPTER 1
THE PAST RETURNS
It was a hot humid summer day in Miami, and Dima was making his afternoon runs like usual. He had to meet his homie Murda that he met a while back at a club called Stay Fly . Dima got to talking to Murda, and they decided to do business. Dima Sold weed and had A1 product in Miami. As Dima drove down I95 his Iphone rang. Dima looked at the screen, it read “ Wifey .” This was the fifth call in just twenty mintues. “Damn this chick is OD needy .” He reached into his ashtray and grabbed a blunt of sour he had rolled up and lit it. “A nigga gotta be high to deal wit this bullshit.” He picked up his Iphone and called his shorty back. She picked up in two rings.
“Eaze! Why the fuck you don’t pick up the fucking stupid phone when I call you?!” “First off talk to me nice! Fuck wrong wit you?!” Dima snapped. “I’m sorry Pa, I just been waiting for you all day and you still haven’t came.” she whined. “Listen, I gotta stop by Murda’s crib and then I’ma pull up. You heard?” “Okay.”
Dima was now pulling up to Murda’s house in a Jamaican neighborhood out in Dade County. He pulled into the parking lot and exited his Mercedes C300. He popped the trunk of his Benz to grab a 9mm glock and put it on his waist after putting one in the head first. Then he reached back into the trunk for a black Jansport bookbag that contained two pounds of weed that he had for Murda. Dima threw the bag over one shoulder and made his way to the front door. He knocked twice and noticed someone look through the curtain before hearing a voice yell out, “Who da fuck is that?!” “Nigga it’s me Eaze! Open the fuckin door B!” I hated when he would see that it was me and still fuckin asked who it was, but shit you can’t knock a nigga for being on point. Murda let Eaze in.
“What’s poppin’ bruh?!”
“What’s goody my guy?!”
Dima passed the Jansport over to Murda.
“It smells like that Good-Good Bruh.” Murda blurted out. “You know how I do my guy, everything A1 my dude.” “Fa sure Fa sure.” “Give me 18 Hundo a plate.” “That’s why I fuck wit you bruh; money comes easy wit you.”
Eaze is what people in Miami called Dima because of his cool, calm, collective swag and flow. His natural ability to hustle and easy-going demeanor was a plus. “You already know. Murda Ima get up outta here, I gotta go to Wifey crib. She driving me crazy.” “I feel you. Tell Maria to hook me up with her fly ass friend Evitt.” “Shit if you call that fly you smoking too much of your own product nigga.” “Oh you got jokes?” They both burst out laughing. “ I got you.” “Say no more.” “I’ma check you soon. Let me know when you need more work.” “A’ight bruh.”
Dima left the trap and made his way to Maria’s house. He drove for about twenty minutes until he arrived to Maria’s. He noticed that her 748 wasn’t in the driveway. “This chick rushed me and she’s not even fuckin’ here. She’s buggin’.” Dima thought to himself. He reached into his cupholder for his iphone to facetime his shorty. She answered the facetime on the first ring.
“Where the fuck you at?!”
“Nigga please, you took OD long so me and Evitt left to get food.”
“Whateva bring me back something to eat.”
“What you want?”
“Anything, you know what I like.”
“Yea my pussy.” Evitt and Maria laughed.
“I want food freka.”
“I got you Papi.”
“Ma you got dutches in the crib?”
“Eaze you know i don’t smoke dutches; that’s that NY shit you be on.”
“Shut up ugly.”
“I have swishers in my underwear drawer in my room.”
“Nasty ass Swisher Sweets. Tato, good lookin’ baby girl.”
Eaze hung up his iphone, hopped out of his Cedes and made his way to the front door. There was a welcome mat with a spare key under it that Eaze used to go in the house. Eaze unlocked the door and stepped into the house. He figured he’d roll a blunt and smoke while he waited for his girl to get back. “Where this loca say those nasty ass swishers were?” he thought to himself. “Oh, her underwear drawer.” Eaze made his way to Maria’s bedroom, apporoached the dresser and opened her underwear drawer. He began digging through the drawer when he seen an envolope that read “ Dante Wright, Dade County Prison.” He began to think, “Is this a cousin? Half brother?” He prayed it wasn’t another man in her life. Now he had 100 thoughts running through his mind. Before making another assumption; he opened the letter.
Dante Wright
“Wassup Maria, listen I’m coming home in a month. You betta not be fucking wit that New York nigga that I keep hearing about. The streets be talking. Take that nigga out your life, or I’ll put him out his life you understand. Plus, the whole JMS is on his top. I’ll see you next month.”
He was so vexed that he could not read another word of the letter. “This fucking cunt bitch fucking with another nigga behind my back like I’m a bird ass nigga.” I shoved the letter in my pocket, grabbed the swisher, and headed back to the living room. I sat on the couch, rolled an L and lit the blunt . He took in two long inhales and held in the smoke. Eaze was vexed and could not wait ’til Maria walked through that door. About 45 minutes had gone by, and the girls came waltzing through the door.
“Hey bae.” Eaze ignored her hello. The girls took the bags of food into the kitchen. Dima was on the couch with a blank look on his face. Evitt sat down on the recliner chair across from Eaze. “What’s up Big Head.” Evitt stated. Dima just looked at her with a blank angry face. “What’s wrong with you?” , she then asked. “Leave him alone girl. He’s probably just high and hungry.” Maria walked towards Dima with a burger and fries she bought him from the Burger Shack. “Here Papi, your food.” Dima slapped the food out of her hands and said, “I don’t want your food you Grimey bitch.” She went to reply to his remark as he pulled out the letter he found. “Who the fuck is Dante you stupid bitch, and why the fuck is he writing you?!” “Why the fuck is another nigga writing you from jail?!” “Let me explain Eaze.” “Explain what?! That you a nasty hoe?!” “Don’t talk to Maria like that!” Evitt shouted. “Mind your fucking business bitch. I’m not talking to you, you duck. I’m talking to your lying ass friend.” “Fuck you Eazr, I’m not the one.” “Bitch please.” At this point, tears were running down Maria’s face. “You know what, I’m outta here! Fuck both ya bitches!” As Maria cried and begged me not to leave, she attempted to explain while I made my way to the front door. Ignoring her cries, I walked out of her house and apporached my Mercedes. Maria screamed, “ DIMA PLEASE! PLEASE DIMA!” “Fuck you. Pardon my back.” I hopped into my C300, peeled off burning out and speeding away. I was OD tight. I lit a Newport, and turned up the radio and it was playing Dave East featuring Chris Brown- Perfect. I thought what a great song to be playing in a sarcastic manner. “I can’t believe this chick.” Deep down I was hurt because within these last three years I had fallen in love with Maria and felt flat betrayed.
It was about 6:30 p.m. and I was completely exhausted and just needed to go back to my apartment. I lived alone in a two bedroom over at Stoneybrook Apartment Complex and it was about thirty minutes away from Maria’s house. I parked into the lot and headed into my apartment. I sat at my kitchen table, rolled a blunt, and smoked taking in the day’s bullshit that I endured earlier.
Dima counted his fetti and put his glock along with the $3600 he made from the two pounds he sold to Murda into his safe. Eaze went to a small bar he had in his living room and grabbed a bottle of Henny. He decided to drink and smoke until he finally got tired and passed out on his lazy boy. After awhile, his phone was ringing and buzzing off the hook. The ringing slowly pulled him out of h