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  Nina knew he was right but she worked as a medical assistant and had to take urine test every month as part of the job requirements. She knew the rules will be the same when she became a nurse. ‘Oh well fuck it, it’s not worth the habit if it helps me and my family,’ she thought to herself as she finished cleaning the kitchen.

  “Muscles, I need some money for gas and more school books next week.”

  “Hold on,” Muscles said as he went into his room then the closet and opens one of the black garbage bags. He takes a/ little bit of money off a stack and went back in the kitchen and hands Nina the money.

  Nina stood there in shock looking at the money. “I didn’t think you’ll give me this much,” she counted the money and it added up to $1,200. “Muscles this isn’t the rent money right?”

  ‘Naw Nina you’re straight.”

  “But it’s too much, take half of it back,” Nina knew that her brother would give her his last and leave nothing for himself. She pushes half the money into his chest.

  Muscles refuse to take it. “I said I’m straight Nina, I got a bonus at work yesterday so take it.”

  Nina looked at him questionably and knew he wouldn’t take the money back. ‘He must have everything taking care of as far as the bills go or he wouldn’t give me this much,’ she thought to herself. At times it amazed Nina how good Muscles was with money and keeping a roof over their heads. She knew he wanted to go to school and be an accountant, but didn’t have the time to. He didn’t even have his G.E.D. yet because he was too busy working and taking care of them. He educated himself by reading every book he could get his hands on from hood novels to nonfictions. His bedroom looked like a library. Nina promised herself when she becomes a nurse she will pay all the bills and finally let her brother follow his dreams.

  “Oh yea, it’s time for you to get your oil changed on that beat up Hyundai of yours.” Muscles stated.

  “It may be beat up, but it gets me from point A to point B,” Nina said while rolling her eyes and neck, loving the car her brother brought her.

  “Good night Nina, I love you I’m going to bed to get up for work in the morning,” he lied. He got fired from both his jobs. He loaded trucks for Pepsi, early in the morning and did the same work for UPS at night, seven days a week and sometimes he’d do small jobs in the neighborhood. All the work started to catch up with him. It didn’t matter how strong you are, your body had to rest, and when you don’t rest it will rest itself. So his body began to shut down at work and he was moving much slower, too slow for his boss and got fire. That went for both jobs, with no job and only having half the rent money he had to take loans for the rest from a friend, but what about next month. He didn’t know what to do, as he made his way into his room and looked in the closet one last time. He thanked God he didn’t have those problems any more. He jumps in his bed without a care in the world and took the rest his body so badly needed.

  Chapter 2

  Muscles opened the door as his mother’s moans echoes through the air. The Jamaican man with long dreads thrusts in and out of her.

  “Mommy, who is he and what are you doing?”

  Muscles mother turns her head around and looks at him. “Get the fuck out the room Shawn!”

  “Yea bwoy mi handling mi business,” the Jamaican man said in a strong accent.

  He pulls out of Muscle’s mother and gets up off the bed and walks towards Muscles. Muscles look at the man’s naked body with hate in his eyes.

  “You’re not supposed to be in my daddy’s room or kissing my mommy,” Muscles said and looks at the man angrily.

  “Wah did yuh say bwoy,” ‘Smack!’

  Muscles nine year old body went flying across the room and hits the floor from the slap to his face.

  “Yuh kip your mouth shut, dis deh grown folks business, yuh hear!”

  Muscles stood on the floor crying and rubbing his face, he looks over at his mother who didn’t say anything about the man hitting him. Muscles stood up crying and shaking his head from side to side then runs out the room crying until he fell asleep.

  The image changes, he was now fourteen years old, standing by his father’s bed, his father was in a coma. Muscles looked at all the bedsores that covered his father’s entire body. They looked like raw flesh oozing of blood.

  “If I find him daddy I’ll kill him, I’ll get the man who did this to you.” Muscles said while shedding a tear.

  Muscles jumps up from his sleep covered in sweat and tears. He’d been having the same nightmare for years. He lowers his head, “Why God, why do you put me through so much. Why have you allowed my mother’s flesh to be weak and give in to sexual temptation, and hurt our family so bad.” Muscles raised his head and open his eyes, “Fuck Tyasha!” he yelled out loud never calling her mother or mommy, just by her first name, as he lost all respect for her, “and fuck that Jamaican bastard Jon-Jon.”

  Muscles smiles to himself as he thought of what he had done last night. He had grown hate for all Jamaican gangsta’s known as Shottas, because of what one did to his family. Now he hated the whole race, and the thought that maybe one of the 4 men he shot last night could be related to Jon-Jon in some kind of way put a smile on his face. He didn’t even know if Jon-Jon was still alive, his father and Tyasha died from the Aids disease, so Jon-Jon could be dead too, but I’ll make every other motherfucker pay for his sin.

  Just then Muscles could hear his sister’s room door open. He looks at the clock on his night stand and knew it was Nina heading for work. He couldn’t let her see him. She would be asking all kinds of questions about taking a day off from work. She knew he didn’t miss work even if he had a cold and was dead sick. After hearing the front door close then lock he went to his closet and separated all the weed and money, putting all the money in one bag. He looked at the brand new guns still in their boxes and stacks them up by size. There were fifteen of them all together. ‘Shit I didn’t know I had grabbed so much shit. It should have felt heavier, it must have been the adrenaline.’

  He then looked down at his arms they were cut up with muscles. ‘I’m a strong motherfucker,’ he said feeling himself. He went to his night stand and picked up his iPhone and dialed the number.

  “Yo who the fuck is this?” A sleepy voice said on the other line.

  “Yo Homicide it’s me. I need you to come over here right now and I mean right now.”

  “Muscles is that your ass?”

  “Who the fuck else would be up calling this early?”

  Homicide replied, “Muscles I told your ass about calling this early.”

  Both men burst out laughing at the same time.

  “Alright Muscles, I’m on my way.”

  “Don’t go back to sleep. This is some real shit,” Muscles stated.

  “Okay, Okay, Okay! I’m up,” and with that the phone went dead.

  Muscles dialed the next number and knew the person would still be up from last night, still getting money.

  “Hello.” a sexy voice answered the phone.

  “What’s good Luscious, it’s me Muscles.”

  “Nigga I know it's your ass, I seen your name on my screen,” Luscious replied.

  “Don’t be getting smart with me with your sexy ass. Where did you work at last night?” Muscles responded.

  “In club Day Dreamz at 146-16 Hillside Avenue, why?” Luscious said.

  “Are you still around here,” Muscles asked.

  “Why? You want some of this good stuff? I know I can use some of yours,” Luscious said in a flirtatious tone.

  “Luscious I’m not talking about that, this is about some serious shit and I need you,” Muscles said trying to get straight to the point.

  “I love when you talk like that. You know I always got your back. What time do you want me to come over there?” Luscious replied with a smile on her face.

  “Now, and bring Essence too!”

  “Alright we’re just finishing up on this trick,” Luscious responded.

  “Ok l
ater,” Muscles said and hung up the phone.

  Muscles dialed the last number he’ll have to for the morning.

  “Yo what’s up nigga?” The voice replied on the other line.

  “Where are you at?” Muscles responded.

  “I’m on my block watching the trap house and the workers.”

  “Ok meet me at my crib in a half hour Bones.”

  “Alright Muscles I got you,” and the phone line went dead.

  Muscles was about to put the phone down, when it started to ring. He looked at the number on the screen and smiled. He put the phone to his ear and pushed the talk button.

  “Hey baby how are you doing?” Muscles asked.

  “Missing you daddy, I just want you to know I was thinking of you,” the caller said in a sexy tone.

  “Oh yea and what was you thinking about,” Muscles responded back.

  “I was thinking about the things I’m going to do to you tonight and how much I love you Muscles.”

  “I love you too baby. Oh yea Amber, what time will you be here tonight?”

  “About six o’clock.”

  “Okay baby.”

  “I love you Muscles,” Amber said.

  “I love you too girl, and have a good day at work,” he said then hung up the phone smiling thinking how Amber makes him feel. He thought he’d never love a woman after what he saw Tyasha do to his father, but Amber was special in many ways and he looked forward to what the night will bring.

  Muscles snapped out his thoughts from the sound of the shower that could only mean one thing, Sasha was up getting ready for school. Twenty minutes later Muscles opened his bedroom door to see his sister fully dressed in a pair of tight fitting Seven jeans and a DKNY t-shirt, with her thick thighs and small waist and pretty face. Her skin color was of a honey brown, she almost looked like Delicious from the ‘Flavor of Love’ show. It was easy to tell why men went crazy for her and in no way did Sasha look like she had Aids or was sick. She looked more like a model, it made Muscles think about a Dipset song, ‘It be the chic with the pretty face and thick thighs but what about her insides, that bitch on fire tonight.’

  Muscles quickly pushed the song out his head. As he walks out the room, “Sasha!” he called out while his sister headed for the front door.

  She turned around and looked at Muscles. She put her head down. She still felt ashamed from her brother catching her having sex in the house and knew that the high from the weed she had smoked last night wore off. She really started to think about it, Muscles always told her how he found their mother cheating on their father and how much it hurt him.

  “Hey Sasha, good morning.”

  “Hey bro,” Sasha replied. She really wanted to ask him why he wasn’t at work, but she knew she had no place in asking him questions, especially after last night.

  “Here,” Muscles said passing Sasha some money.

  Sasha took the money, “Thank you.”

  “It’s not much just $60 dollars, but it should hold you for lunch for the rest of the week and I’ll give you more later on, now come here,” Muscles ordered.

  Sasha walked towards him slowly and Muscles gave her a great big hug, “I love you lil sis. And what happened last night was the past so we’ll let it stay in the past. Just don’t let it happen again ok!”

  “Ok Muscles,” Sasha said while squeezing him back and feeling much better. She broke their embrace and made her way out the front door heading for school.

  Muscles walked back in his room and got undressed and hopped in the shower. He washes up and hops out then dries his body off. He went to his closet and realized he really didn’t have much to wear, ‘but that will all change.’ He thought to himself, he threw a pair of blue Rocawear jeans on, a tank top and a black t-shirt and black Timbs. Fully dressed and twenty minutes later and half a blunt of white widow, Muscles heard a knock at his door. He got up and went to his dresser and opens the top drawer and pulls out the nickel-plated 9mm and lifts up his shirt and places it on the back of his waist, then heads to the door.

  Once at the front door he looks through the peephole and sees his man Bones. He opens the door, “Bones what’s good my dude?”

  “What’s good with you calling a nigga here so early in the fucking morning?”

  “Just step the fuck in,” Muscles replied.

  Bones walks in and Muscles closes the door behind him then gives Bones a dap and a hug. Muscles outweighed his friend and when he gave him a dap and pulled him in for a hug he almost lifts Bones off his feet into the air. Bones had a dark brown skin complexion, 5’9” tall and 160 pounds with cornrow braids that came down to his shoulders. He owned his own drug block on 132nd Avenue and Stuphin Blvd. Muscles knew Bones since they were kids when Bones used to live in the Redfern Projects. They used to run wild together until Muscles had to start taking care of his sisters.

  “Yo nigga, you heard someone killed four of the Junkyard Crew men and robbed them? Shit I hope you copped your weed from them last night, because that spot is shut down. The cops only found four bodies and one black garbage bag full of weed and some money,” Bones stated.

  Muscles mind raced, ‘four I thought I only killed three of them and just shot the fourth one in the hand. Oh well and one garbage bag, there was like ten more, that means those other Junkyard Crew members that came in after me must’ve grabbed the rest,’ Muscles thought to himself.

  “Yo, do they have an idea who was behind it?” Muscles asked.

  “Naw man, the cops don’t care they calling it a drug related murder and to them that meant it can be a million people that did it. So they could care less. But the streets talk and if the Junkyard Crew finds out, there going to kill the motherfucker,” Bones stated.

  “Yo that’s what I need to talk to you about,” Muscles replied.

  “Alright talk, shit you got me over here all early. I have to make sure them young niggas stay on the block and get that morning rush money or I’ll put my foot up their asses,” Bones replied.

  “Yo just wait until everybody else gets here,” Muscles responded.

  “What you mean everybody else?” Bones replied.

  “Fool, just sit down on the couch, there’s weed and Dutch’s on the coffee table roll up and chill out, this will be worth the wait.”

  As soon as the words left his mouth a knock came from the front door. He walks over to it and peeps through the peephole to see a tall skinny dark skin man with a line up trimmed beard and a New York fitted hat on his head pulled down low to his eyes. Muscles open up the door, “What’s up my dude?” Muscles said.

  “You dog, you,” Homicide said while giving Muscles a dap and a hug at the same time.

  “Take off the fucking gloves you don’t have any beef here,” Muscles said.

  Homicide laughed as he realized he still had his black biker gloves on. He kept them with him because he was always ready to put in that work and toss his gun if need be.

  “I know you up to something. It’s not like you to call me this early and why the fuck you’re not at work?” Homicide stated.

  “I am, and my living room is the office so come in and have a seat.” Homicide walks into the room and sees Bones.

  Bones looks up, “Oh shit this fool Muscles got you over here this early too.”

  “It looks that way,” Homicide said while giving him a dap.

  Muscles began to close the door.

  “I know you’re not about to close this door in my face after I rush over here for your ass,” a sexy voice said from behind the door.

  Muscles swung the door open with a smile on his face and looks at Luscious standing there with her hands on her hips. Luscious was 5’6” tall, 145 pounds of all ass and a redbone complexion with measurements like 34-26-44. She been in Blackmen Magazine, the F.E.D.S. Magazine and Blacktail Magazine and you have to have a beautiful face and body to have your pictures in any of them. Muscles dick got hard by just looking at Luscious. Luscious licks her juicy lips and let out a soft moan as s
he got wet and her panties got soaked by looking Muscles in the eyes. It was just something about his chocolate skin and strong body and tightly twisted dreads he kept in a ponytail.

  “Hey girl,” Muscles said while hugging her. While hugging, Luscious felt his hard dick press against her stomach.

  “I thought you said I can’t have any of that,” Luscious said while pulling away and looking at his hard on through his jeans.

  “Girl, just come in.”

  Luscious walks in and Essence stumbled in behind her. Essence had a brown skin complexion with thick thighs and an alright face. Most men liked her for her body and long weave. She’d be alright to mess with if she didn’t drink so much all the time.

  “What’s up Muscles,” Essence said in a drunken voice.

  “Damn Essence, you’re fucked up like that?”

  “Yea,” Luscious answered for her.

  “Well you two go in the living room with Bones and Homicide.”

  “Damn Muscles, what’s this, a get together or something? We all have barely been in the same room at one time since we were teens, what’s going on,” Luscious asked while walking to the living room.

  Muscles couldn’t help but to look at her ass jiggle as she walks in the blue dress she had on. Luscious walks up to Bones and Homicide and kisses both of them on cheek.

  “What’s good Luscious?” Homicide replied.

  “That blunt right now,” she said while taking the blunt out his hand and pulling on it. If it was anyone other than Luscious, they would have had a bullet in between their eyes right now, but he grew up with Luscious and everyone else in the room and they had each other’s back, never shitting on each other.

  Essence fell on the couch next to Bones and smiled, “What’s up nigga?” she said in a high pitched voice.

  “Girl you’re drunk as fuck,” Bones replied smelling the liquor on her breath.

  “We were up all night dancing, making that money and then we got a trick for all his money,” Essence said while trying to keep her eyes open.