True Consequences

By Robert Barnes

With Every Action, 
There Will Be a Dire Consequence!

In the fast life of drugs, guns and urban street crime, all that glitters is not gold. 

There are plenty of good times and plenty of bad times, but life will always make you face the True Consequences of your actions in the end. 

Journey with Kenny Bailey as he goes from military brat to one of the key players in the VA drug game. When lust, love, and loyalty are questioned, who will survive in a game where there are no winners? 

Fear and greed determine whether the consequences will be money or murder. Can Tammy Armstrong and her family ties to the streets save Kenny from the usual outcome of a hustler or will they continue to blur the line between love and hate?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mogul Publishing
• Release date: May 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9781939665485

Book preview

1

R un, Isaac! Someone was looking out the window and saw us before you threw the brick, I shouted. We ran like greyhounds through the woods and didn’t stop until we were back in Bethel Manor, our stomping grounds. This was the usual Friday night pastime for me and my main man Isaac. We were twelve-year-old military brats with nothing better to do than throw bricks through people’s windows.

It was early April 1988, and we hadn’t lived in Bethel Manor for more than four months. Isaac’s family moved to Langley AFB the same day that my family moved there on January 12, 1988. We met on that same day because both of our families were staying at the Temporary Living Quarters on base by the runway. He was from Florida, but they had just moved from Anderson AFB in Guam. My family and I, the Baileys, had moved from Warner Robins, Georgia; but I’d been born in North Carolina.

Me and Isaac were the new dudes at school and in the neighborhood, so we spent a lot of our time together. Tabb Intermediate School was our place of learning until 1990 when we began to leave our mark at Tabb High School.

As we ran, we could hear the sirens going toward Four Seasons, the name of the apartment complex we constantly threw bricks at. Bethel Manor was wide open in the late ‘80’s and it proved to shape the lives of many athletes and criminals. Everyone from The Manor, as we called it, stuck together and we made it known to everyone where we represented.

There were three sides to Bethel Manor: the 2000 area, the old side and the area on the other side of Big Bethel Road. I stayed on the side across from Big Bethel Road. The Bailey family consisted of me (Kenny) my two brothers, Cory and Andre, my sister Angie and my mother and father, Thelma and Keith. Cory, Andre and I were all eighteen months apart and Angie was four years older than my older brother Cory. Cory was my big brother and Andre was my younger brother. We were the typical Air Force family and for the most part, that’s all we knew. All of us did well in school academically and we all were athletically inclined. We didn’t hang together much outside of home in the late ‘80’s, but as the years went by, everyone knew not to mess with the Bailey family.

Isaac and I hung tight until high school and then girls became a large part of both of our lives, so we drifted apart. We still met up to play basketball at the youth center throughout the week, but as far as hanging out, we ran with different crowds. Isaac didn’t care much about school work, but I worked hard to keep my grades up to at least a B average.

The girls at our school were from all walks of life; there were whites—the majority—blacks and many foreigners. Therefore, pussy became the number one pastime during our freshman year of high school. I was very familiar with pussy from a young age because my sister always had her freaky ass friends over to our house and they thought me and my brothers were so fine. Looking back now, I think those freaks damn near molested us before age ten.

Isaac met a female named Tasha the first month of our freshman year at Tabb High and he was whipped from the start. At the age of sixteen, Tasha was thick for her age and she was well advanced when it came to fucking. She was an only child and was raised by her father; he worked two jobs, so he was never home.

Tasha had been having sex with older guys since she was eleven, so over the years she’d learned how to do some amazing things with her body. She was five two, weighed 120 pounds and had a caramel complexion. Her house was by the youth center in Bethel Manor, and that’s where me and Isaac first saw her. We were balling on the basketball court and she happened to be walking by on her way to the Shopette to buy something from the store.

Her walk mesmerized Isaac, so I called her over so he could holla. One thing led to another, and they started dating. That was the beginning of the end for me and Isaac. He wanted to be under her all the time, but I was into meeting females from all the high schools in Hampton and Newport News too.

I was adventurous, so I liked to go to all the shows at the Hampton Coliseum, the carnival, and any hotel parties I’d hear about. I began to meet a lot of guys and girls from all over. A lot of them knew about Bethel Manor, but not many of them could tell you where it was; so I made sure all of Phoebus, Hampton and Newport News knew exactly where Bethel Manor was and what it was about. By age seventeen, everyone knew me as Ken from Bethel Manor.

A lot of the guys I was chilling with from time to time were into petty hustling—dime sacks and twenties of weed. Half of them were from Newport News, AKA Bad Newz; and the other half were from Phoebus, which was the Buck Roe area. I wasn’t into the hustling thing because I was working at Hardee’s part-time throughout the month. I just saved my little check, plus the allowance my parents gave us every week, and used that money for my weekend outings.

Every week I met new females at hotel parties, and tried to fuck them and all their friends. I’d still try to get Isaac to come along, but Tasha had him messed up in the head. So, I started getting real cool with a dude from Bethel High School named Tyrone who was always around the same parties I was at. We kicked it from time to time and found out that we were both into the same things—chilling, working and fucking.

Tyrone lived about five miles up Big Bethel Road by Bethel High with his mother and brother. He was eighteen years old, in his senior year at Bethel and was doing well in school. We started introducing each other to the females at our high schools and before long when you saw one of us, you knew the other was near. We ran through females like water, then passed them around to whoever we knew. I was responsible for a lot of the pussy Bethel Manor boys got in the early 90’s, because I was bringing girls from all over through there.

Tyrone’s school, Bethel High, didn’t have a lot of whites and foreigners like my school did, so he loved it when I put him onto the white, Korean, and Japanese broads. We would go to house parties in the Tabb area and girls would beg to suck our dicks and fuck us with their friends. All of the girls knew what we were about and they showed us a lot of love.

After Tyrone’s senior year, he decided to go off to VCU, a college in the heart of Richmond, which was about an hour away. I still had one more year at Tabb High, so I was still undecided about life after high school. Once Tyrone went to Richmond, I was mainly out by myself on the weekends, looking for something or someone to get into.

My senior year, I met a female named Tammy whose family had just moved to Bethel Manor that summer. She was Japanese and Black, was 5’ 5", weighed 135 pounds and had 34D, 24, 37 measurements. Me being the man that I am, I knew I had to have her. Tammy turned out to be a hell of a challenge because she wasn’t going for no playa shit. Whoever schooled her to the game did a damn good job, because I thought my shit was full proof when it came to getting pussy.

It turned out Tammy had been raised in Brooklyn, New York with her father and five brothers until she was seventeen. Her mother had remarried years ago and Tammy moved in with her, her stepfather, and her thirteen-year-old stepbrother named Marcus the summer of ‘92.

I was known for breaking in the new girls in Bethel Manor within weeks of their arrival, but Tammy was a definite exception. She knew I was a male whore and that I had been with a lot of girls in the area. I talked to her on the regular while we walked around the 2000 area of The Manor.

I asked her how the guys treated her in Brooklyn and she told me that guys were intimidated by her looks and scared of her brothers. She’d only had one serious relationship when she was fifteen but something happened after a year, but she didn’t wanna discuss it.

Tammy was much more than looks. She knew a lot about the streets and she liked to talk to me about them. Anything that might get me close to that pussy was what I was gonna talk about. I learned that all her brothers were involved in some form of illegal activity in New York. She had twenty-two year old twin brothers named Maurice and Tony, a brother named Tim who was twenty-five, a twenty-six year old brother named Trey, and one named Reggie who was twenty-eight.

It was easy to understand why too many dudes chose not to mess with her. Maurice and Tony were two of the best known stickup kids in all of Fort Greene projects, where they lived. Anyone from the five boroughs knew who the twins from Livonia Avenue were. If you had money in the ‘80s in NYC, then you were either cool with the twins, or you’d get shot and robbed by the twins.

Tim was the math man who ran numbers for the Italians near Kings Borough. He was the liaison between the Italians and the little mom and pop stores that ran the number rackets in Brooklyn. He also moved a little coke from time to time, but Trey was the man when it came to the coke game. He could teach the coke game to a nun and make her wanna start getting some of that dough.

Reggie was the fool. He’d tried his hand with the coke, numbers, and robberies, but his main thing was guns. He had a Russian connect with the finest handguns ever made and he’d made a killing in NYC since the mid ‘80s. He was also an expert shooter when it came to shooting any type of gun, and he kept his brothers well trained and supplied.

Tammy wasn’t sheltered from the things her brothers did. They taught her the ins and outs of every criminal venture they were into. Virginia was slow to her compared to what she’d just left in Brooklyn. One thing her brothers always told her was never give her pussy up, unless she was prepared for her heart to follow. She never understood what they meant, until she met Darrell when she was fifteen. Darrell had been the same age as she was, fifteen going on sixteen, and he went to a school twenty minutes away from Tammy.

Darrell was cool and always respectful to Tammy and her brothers. After a while, Tammy and Darrell started hanging out and going to Manhattan to chill in the evenings. By the summer of 1990, they were getting serious on the rooftops of the buildings. First, it was just hands exploring each other’s bodies; then it moved to heavy rubbing against one another.

By October ’90, they were sneaking off to thirty minute hotel rooms in Queens during the evening to have sex.

Tammy wouldn’t tell me how the first time with Darrell went, but she said it got better with time. Consequently, she started wanting to be around Darrell daily or hear his voice on a regular basis.

One day Tammy went to Darrell’s neighborhood in Red Hook to surprise him, but he wasn’t home. Instead of leaving she headed to the rooftop to wait awhile. When she got to the top, she saw Darrell leaning on the wall beside the door to the stairs—but he wasn’t alone. A Puerto Rican chick with long hair was on her knees giving Darrell some major head.

Tammy said it had to be good, because Darrell never opened his eyes or heard her open the door. She left in a hurry and never spoke to Darrell again. For months she sat at home depressed, until finally one day she swallowed sixty Bayer aspirin tablets. They rushed her to the hospital and pumped her stomach, she didn’t tell any of her brothers what happened with Darrell until she got out of the hospital.

Instead of bothering all of them, she just told Reggie. He smoothed talked her and told her that her and Darrell were both young kids and they would learn a lot about life as they got older. He also said that pussy could make the heart a fragile thing, so she needed to learn how