Deep in the Game

By J D Mayweather

Kurry Woods
FROM GRADUATING HIGH SCHOOL, TO THE STREETS HUSTLINGCOUSINS, BROTHERS & LOVERS
RUN IN WITH THE LAW AND DEALING & DEALING WITH AN OFFICER OF THE LAW!!
WHO CAN YOU TRUST IN THE GAME?
(NO ONE!)
A MOTHER AND AUNT MURDERED, BECAUSE OF THEIR CHILDRENS CHOSEN PATHS
TURNS DRUG DEALERS INTO KILLERS

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481710893

J D Mayweather

J D Mayweathers was born in Bayonne NJ April 28, 1993, he lived in Bayonne 10 yrs. His parents relocated to Charleston SC where he resided for 3 yrs before moving to Blacksburg Va. He attended high school in Blacksburg Va. He is the youngest of three siblings. His loves basketball and football and always wanted to play professionally. He loves to read novels and now writing.

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DEEP in

the

GAME

J D MAYWEATHER

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© 2013 by J D Mayweather. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 03/23/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4817-1090-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-1089-3 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013901523

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Warning

This book contains strong violence, profanity, drug use, and strong sexual content.

Contents

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 (Toya)

Chapter 23 (Justin)

Chapter 24 (Toya)

Chapter 25 (Justin)

Chapter 26

About the author

Dedications:

I dedicate this book to my mother, and my Nana.

You two have always been there for me.

Characters involded in sex scenes in the book are of legal age.

Chapter 1

Enjoy your summer. I hope some of you have great lives. You’ve all been wonderful Ms. Adams told the class, as we exited the class.

I walked out the class and walked to the bathroom. Kids were milling around, freshman, sophomores and even upper classman. Bayonne High School was crowded with students who were just off for summer vacation.

As I looked in the mirror, thoughts ran through my head. My 6'1, two-hundred pound frame reflected back at me. My skin gleamed a rich chocolate color in the restroom light. I stared into my brown eyes, realizing I was done with school. No college accepted me and no school gave me a scholarship for my line backer skills.

Yo Whassup Justin My little cousin JC walked in the restroom. He looked like a smaller, younger version of me with lighter skin.

Whassup ? You’re supposed to be in school I told him. He was in middle school, so for him to be here I knew he skipped school before he told me.

Man fuck school. I left early he told me. I was used to the profanity from JC. With no father figure he was a bad ass kid.

Whatever JC I told him, walking out with him in tow. JC looked up to me, but I wasn’t the right role model.

The hall was almost cleared of students, a couple still talking to the teachers of each other. JC looking like he belonged, he was about 5'10 165 pounds.

That’s the guy that beat my ass JC said, that made me snap my head in his direction. If JC lost a fight in middle school, he’d just have to man up. He was pointing at a guy who was walking by. The dude’s name was Hammer; he transferred from Newark for the last semester. He was also selling weed around school.

What the hell he put his hands on you for? I asked getting angry.

I found his stash outside school. I was coming to see you and found it. I started to take it when he walked up and started beating the hell out of me JC told me.

JC was my cousin on my father’s side. My other cousins Jamar, Aaron and Marquise walked up to us.

Jamar was tall, 6'4 light skin with short wavy hair. He was the shooting guard for the school.

Aaron was about 6'2, medium build, and dark skin with a big nose. He had a bald head.

Marquise was about 5'11, light skin with cornrows. He was a pretty boy with hazel eyes all the women fell for. Aaron and Marquise were brothers.

We all graduated this year and there was nothing to with ourselves.

Whassup Justin They spoke to me.

Man this nigga beat JC up. Let’s go I told them. Hammer was walking out the school. We followed him out the school and a couple blocks away into a deserted alley. He reached under a dumpster and grabbed something, then turned around and seen us standing twenty feet away.

What yall niggas want? He asked us. He sounded irritated but I didn’t give a fuck. We walked up on him, not saying anything. He didn’t move knowing the odds were against him.

Yo, you put your motherfuckin’ hands on my family? I asked him. My blood was boiling and I think he sensed it.

Who? he asked, JC stepped out from behind us. He looked at JC and recognition crossed his face.

That little bastard- Bam! I punched him in the jaw and he fell to the ground. We all rushed him and started punching, kicking and stomping him. He tried his best to cover up, but to no avail. Hammer went limp as we kept beating him.

Stop! I told everybody as I realized he went still. His chest was rising and falling, so I knew he was just unconscious. I went in his pocket and pulled out some money and some weed already bagged up.

We started to walk away, but JC walked up to him, unzipped his pants and started pissing on Hammer as he lay unconscious. After he was done pissing all over Hammer’s face, he spat a huge glob of spit between his eyes.

I could tell he wanted to do more, but I pulled him away.

Come on, let’s catch the bus back to Jersey City I told them.

When we reached the bus stop, everybody started retelling what they did to Hammer, except me. I didn’t see anything to talk about. Hammer violated when he touched my family.

The bus came over and we all got on. I paid for everybody, courtesy of Hammer. When we stepped off the bus, the place transformed form Bayonne. The buildings were nasty looking. Run-down apartments were everywhere, burnt down housed also. We got off the bus and started walking.

This was home though, and I loved it. Everybody else was still into the fight with Hammer, laughing how JC pissed on him.

While laughing, Aaron and Marquise broke off and turned left going home. Jamar and JC went right going home. I kept walking straight, heading home.

I saw my homie Weezy packing the trunk of his Infiniti.

Weezy was short, about 5'7, 155 pounds. He was twenty years old, and more black than brown. He was from Camden, New Jersey. He was cool, loved to smoke and drink.

Where you going Weezy? I asked. He looked at me.

Back to Camden He answered closing the trunk. He had a cousin here in Jersey City. She told him of the money down here and he had to see for himself. He’s been down here six months and an estimate; he’s probably accumulated about $60,000. Here’s my number, hit me up if u ever slide through Camden He told me. He got in his car and drove off.

I walked the next couple blocks and walked into my house. My mom would be leaving for work soon. She worked from six p.m. to two a.m.

She was probably sleep, so I walked into my bedroom. I sat on my bed and counted the money. It was all fifties and hundreds. One thousand, three hundred dollars.

The weed was bagged in ounces. There were three of them. I grabbed a blunt off my dresser and proceeded to breaking it down. I rolled the blunt, lit it and inhaled the THC.

It tasted like purp. This Newark nigga had taste after all, I thought to myself about Hammer. The weed inhalation started sending my mind in different places. My eyes were slowly lowering and I was zoning out.

My door opened and my mother peeked in. Seeing I was smoking she walked in. She slammed the door and I jumped. I didn’t know she had walked in.

Boy, how you going to smoke weed and be scared, somebody could’ve walked in here and blew your brains out she scolded me. My mother Denise Evans was still beautiful, flawless skin medium-length hair. She had a skinny waist and chocolate colored eyes. She was thirty-five, but could pass for twenty-seven.

My bad, ma I told her.

My bad my ass, spray some our fresher. Your whole room smells like that shit. She continued.

Alright, ma I said getting a little annoyed.

Sensing it in my voice like all mothers do, she scowled at me.

Nigga, I know you don’t have an attitude. Your eighteen, so if you don’t like my rules, get the fuck out! she yelled. I hated this it was killing my high. She feels since I graduated high school, I shouldn’t be here.

Now, I’m going to work early to get some overtime. Don’t have anybody in my house, except your cousins. Tell them don’t eat all my damn food either she said and walked out.

I lit the blunt back up and started smoking again.

Riiinnnggg Riiinnnggg Riiinnnggg Riiinnnggg

Hello? I picked up my cell phone, after I pulled it out my pocket.

Motherfuka it took you this long to pick up the phone my ex-girl Sherry was on the other line.

Sherry, what the fuck do you want? I asked, this conversation already starting to blow my high, again.

What took you so long? You got some ho over there or something? The ghettoness in Sherry coming out.

None of your business I told her knowing it could make her mad.

It is my business, because you’re my man and I— click.

I hung up. Sherry’s been blowing my phone up ever since I broke up with her.

Knock! Knock!

Someone was knocking on the door. I hated doing all this activity while I was having smoke session 101. I opened it, seen it was Jamar, Aaron and Marquise and walked back to my room. I heard them close the door and they walked in behind me.

I sat back down on my bed and cut my stereo on. Tupac’s All Eyes on Me CD was playing. I lit the blunt back up, as my cousins got comfortable in the room. I puffed the good weed, and then passed it to Jamar.

So what’re we going to do? I asked my cousins. They all had puzzled looks on their face.

We can’t keep living at home with our mothers. We’re grown men. I explained. They nodded their heads in agreement.

I mean, Aaron you’re working at McDonalds, and I still end up with more money than you at the end of the week. I told him, he grudgingly nodded. I can’t do a nine to five, slaving for the white man. I continued.

So what are you saying? Marquise asked smartly. You keep beating’ around the bush he continued.

Nigga, fuck you I spat the words at Marquise. He looked angry and was about to retort.

You two chill out Aaron said. We both fell back and calmed down. The blunt came back to me, as I hit it twice and passed it again.

Now, like I was saying I said gathering my thoughts. I say we just start taking what we want I offered. They all gave me mixed looks. That stint with Hammer made me realize how easy it was to take what you want.

You’re saying rob people? Jamar asked incredulously, I nodded.

The blunt came back to me and I started finishing it off, while they were deep in thought.

Shit I’m wit it Jamar said. I knew he’d be down. He was always with me.