Married to the Game

By Julius B. Black

Infamous lives in a world of manicured lawns, neatly maintained calenders, drugs and violence.With no one to live for but her girls, Infamous lives in commitment and supreme sacrafice.
Julius lives in a world that was shattered by a prison sentence and now he's trying to put the pieces back together again. He has vowed to himself to never be the man he was and has forsaken the life he once knew, running one of the most powerful street drug rings in all of Louisville.
Through the hands of creative fate, Infamous and Julius are brought together through their passion for music, but suddenly their lives clash. Infamous finds herself falling for a "square", and Julius finds out that the thug in him is alive and well.
Their tale is one of love, hate, intrigue and betrayal, set to the pace of the streets. Their triumph over personal pains and hardships inspires us all.

Visit Ju Baby at Juliusblack.blogspot.com , [e-mail]

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 30, 2012
• ISBN: 9781467060356

Julius B. Black

Julius B. Black author of "I haven't been no Angel" , "Pimpish Ways" and coming soon Julianna's Big Day. Julius was born September 20,1971 in Louisville Ky. By the age of 20 Julius became a well familar name on the hustle and flow scene of fast cars and the lifestyle of a millionare. Visit Ju Baby at Juliusblack.blogspot.com , [e-mail]

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Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

This book is dedicated to all the original OG’s living and dead and to all the women that have been apart of the game, hold the love for men that’s put them through a world of turmoil for the love they hold for the streets….

Thank you, To my loving mother Loretta Black, To my children remember life is full of sacrafices and opportunities make the most out of them.

Thank you, To all my girls Libby, Ebony, Rebecca, Twinkle,Key’sBuck, Kim, Twin, Evon, Tam, Shawville, Nicky, Sherry J, Pam, Cee Cee, Donna,Sheila, Tommy, Trena, Sherry G, Bunnie, Kat Kat, ReRe, Jack Jack, Teena, Neecole, Moe, Qweeta, Tony, Lil’ Angie, and all the girls up in the eastend. Y’all keeps it hood fo real! And last and never forgotten T.

Acknowledgements

Thank You and with great gratitude to my mother Loretta Black. Thank you to my children, remember life is short and full of sacrifices and opportunities, make the most out of them. And last and never forgotten T, I appreciate the support.

Chapter 1

Lockdown! Screamed a voice void of emotional content and dignified humanity. The emanation of this horrendous voice and vicious assault against Julius’ ears obviously came from the vast space that existed beyond the confining bars of his cell, but the sound was everywhere, reverberating intensely. I said!…….Lockdown!!

Julius suddenly sat up in bed, roused to full and glorious wakefulness by the ferocity of this strange and awesome sound. It had an animal like quality to it. He suspiciously looked around, realizing sadly where he was.

Beyond the bars, there existed an eerie blackness, a sea of bleakness, an evil absence of light that completely obscured his determined line of vision, but if he focused his eyes on one particular spot he could see some sort of movement. There, illusively and deludingly vague, were slick black bodies gyrating within the somber darkness that threatened to enclose him. ‘How can anything be blacker than black?’ He questioned himself rhetorically, as the unidentifiable bodies continued to swallow up, in part, the uncertain distance between them, and began gyrating faster and faster.

Ju! You think you’re untouchable….Don’t ya? Exclaimed a familiar voice. Don’t ya?!

Who’s there? Ju commanded, masking the revulsion he felt inside. His voice echoed in an unreal fashion and rebounded back at him as if it came from someone else.

Who do ya think it is? Replied the voice once more. Ju slowly stepped from the bed, revealing his nakedness, but feeling only an inching apprehension.

I’mma getcha Ju! The horrible voice began to scream, horrendously coming closer. I am gonna getcha Ju!

Ju’s heart suddenly leapt triumphantly in his chest as he recognized the voice and prepared for combat. This was so unreal! Cecile has been dead for years,’ Julius thought to himself. ‘I should know, I’m the one who killed him.’ Slowly an eerie and hulking fear of unknown origins baked inside of him, erupting into his consciousness.

Here! I! Cooommme! The voice of the dead Cecile boomed upon him, like a torrential rain pelting him all over. He could feel it.

Anxiously Julius opened his eyes and realized with great relief that his was only a dream. One of the many he’d had since his definite release from prison a year and a half ago.

Damn, he said, realizing that he’d went to sleep again in his downstairs studio, the sound of smooth R&B music floating around the room. ‘That was strange,’ he thought to himself referring to his dream, hoping it was not an omen, a foretelling of the future, but the past. A past that was dead and gone.

Julius slowly stood and stretched, flexing his sinuous muscles, standing on his tiptoes. His eyes dreamily hover over to the clock on the wall, it read 1:00 am. ‘I’m late,’ he thought to himself.

He walked t the miniature refrigerator he kept in the corner and opened the door, the light sprayed the darkness. He grabbed a jug of distilled water and drank it straight from the jug. Julius lived alone, so there was no one else to think of.

After quenching his manly thirst, Julius decided that he was no longer sleepy, so he began to finish what he’d started earlier, before sleep and swept him away. He booted up this computer and the rest of his equipment, looking more like the professional he aspired to be every day. He studiously typed a command into the computer’s keyboard, sat back into his chair and lightly tapped enter. Suddenly the air became electrified with the sounds of music. Julius lay back, closing his eyes, meditating on the feel of it. ‘It’s not right,’ he thought, tapping the keys on the keyboard in flurry, then adjusting the parameters of the sound to this satisfaction.

A few minutes later the doorbell rang.

Who is it? Julius asked, after lazily sauntering to the door, knowing beforehand who it was, his voice sounded serious and cautious.

It’s us! Came two very familiar voices, in unison.

Who in the fuck is us? Julius asked, a slight smile gently played on his lips, cause he knew his visitors.

Oh, this nigga got jokes and shit, One of the voices said in a humorous manner. Man open up!

Julius gingerly opened the door for his two best friends. Outlaw and Boytee, letting them inside and instinctually checking the shadows outside, making sure that all was safe. (Old habits die hard.) As Julius was pulling the door shut he caught a glimpse of Outlaw’s brand new 2003 Lexus, the mother of all luxury cars, it make his ’99 BMW look bad and for a second he entertained the thought of buying one. He had the capital, but it wasn’t worth the time or attention.

Outlaw and Boytee were dressed at their usual level of pomp and perfection. They looked like the major ballers they were, and had no problem with the incredulous gazes that they frequently received from anyone, from ghetto girls to stick-up boys, cause they all got dealt with in due time.

Julius looked admirable upon the boys.

I can’t believe what you’ve done with this place, Outlaw said, complimenting Julius and visibly impressed. ‘Bout how much did you sink into this set up?" He asked.

Around one-hundred and fifteen G’s, Julius revealed, lowering the volume with a remote.

Nigga pump that shit! Boytee exclaimed, falling back coolly upon a French lounging chair strategically placed in the corner of the room for comfort and visibility. That shit sounds nice.

Yeah Ju, let us hear what you’re working on. Outlaw added. I aint got no words to it yet, but when I have a finished product, ya’ll will be the first to hear it, Julius said, feeling a satisfaction from the compliment.

Ju, why aint you ready? Outlaw asked Julius, eyeing him suspiciously. "Man I aint letting you back out on us tonight, so go on and get dressed man,: he said authoritatively.

That’s right. Boytee chimed in. Man everybody’s been asking bout you. Come on man you gotta make this here tonight. Let the world know the great Ju-baby is alive and well! He exclaimed, in support of Outlaw.

Julius started to open his mouth, but the look upon their faces told him that they were not gonna take no for an answer. Julius signed, Ahight, but at least tell me where we’re goin. He stated.

Elks, Boytee answered. Anymore questions?

Julius used to go out all the time, every night in fact, but that was before we went to the joint with twenty-one years. It took Julius 6 years, two hundred grand in lawyer’s fees, and 8 hours a day in the prison law library, to hate the place he was not at, clubbing, after all he’d been through hardly felt like it used to , but he owed it to his boys. Outlaw and Boytee had seen him through his ups and downs and they took care of a lot of his personal business while he was down and they never lied to him, never. Plus since the year and a half since his immediate release he hadn’t interacted with a lot of people and he really needed to snap out of it. In the penitentiary, being reserved and reclusive was a survival tactic, it kept the suckers at bay, but on the bricks and trying to handle a business, you needed to be outgoing and reasonably hospitable and he was neither. He hadn’t been with a female in about three weeks and that was strange for him, but Julius was sick of the fakeness everyone seemed to be indulging into these days. ‘What happened to mutherfuckers out here?’ He’d asked himself many times, pledging to himself that he would never stoop down to this level. ‘Before I’d sell out like that, I’d just get strapped and whack as many fuckin pigs as I could and leave the world in a blaze, cause living a lie aint living at all,’ he constantly told himself. Plus most of the women he dealt with were obviously aware of who he was and they were looking for a the big payday, but what about Ju’s needs, his true needs.

Ju slowly showered and dressed, carefully choosing to dress more conservative than usual, his only luxury being a platinum linx chain with the matching bracelet and a Cartier platinum watch. Not too flashy, but classy.

Nice touch, Outlaw said when Julius made his appearance.

The new Ju, Boytee added, I like it, I may have to bite your style……Man you’ve always known how to put some slick shit together.

Remember, Julius told them in a style reminiscent of his old self. I’m doing ya’ll a favor, cause ya’ll don’t get no ass unless I attract ‘em.

Imagine that, Outlaw exclaimed, happy to have his boy back, even if it was only for one night."

Let’s go then, Boytee signed, he was already ready for the club.

Give me a minute, Julius said, I need to set up my new alarm system, he added, punching numbers into the computer.

That’s how you turn it on? Boytee asked.

Yeah, Julius replied.

Well, how do you shut it off? Boytee asked.

With this, Julius added, revealing a keychain remote.

Eh Ju, how’s business? Outlaw asked.

Slow, Julius said. I am going to let my publishing contract expire. I am going to open the label, finally. However I need artist and I have yet to find anyone. Julius exhaled.

It can’t be that bad, Outlaw asked.

Someday, I would rather be back in the game, Julius said with a serious tone.

That’s bad, but maybe you’ll get lucky tonight, Boytee said.

Yeah maybe I’ll find a diamond in a heap of coal, but the odds are against it, Julius