Against the Grain

By Alfonzo Wilson

Welcome to the heart of Florida where everybody in the streets is striving to be the next successful king pen, but with Tree-cees hunger for the fast life of the streets along with the lust, greed and love of the money thats in it causes her to make one of the biggest sacrifice of her life. Deon Patterson, her one and only son.
Come stroll down the mean and gutter heartless streets of Jacksonville Florida into the county of Duval and watch through the eyes of one of the deadliest nigga Duval has ever met. Lil Dee is on the rise to the top of the dope chain with only one thing on his mind, in his heart and in his eyes, Money!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 2, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477237564

Alfonzo Wilson

Alfonzo Wilson is twenty-four years old,where he resides at in Florida. He was inspired to write books every since high school. The reason is he wants to express his views on life in many different ways. The books that he write are his imaginable vision of the outside world in many neighborhoods . Many people who he has come in contact with, gave him many scenarios in their complicated lives that they don't have any control over. Those stories has had an impact on him because he is one of those people that has seen a lot in the streets. He wants to educate his readers not so much in to be like the characters in his book but to learn from them.

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© 2012 by Alfonzo Wilson. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 07/25/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4772-3757-1 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-3740-3 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-3756-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012912036

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter ONE

Chapter TWO

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Epilogue

Welcome to the heart of Florida where everybody in the streets is striving to be the next successful king pen, but with Tree-cee’s hunger for the fast life of the streets along with the lust, greed and love of the money that’s in it causes her to make one of the biggest sacrifice of her life. Deon Patterson, her one and only son.

Come stroll down the mean and gutter heartless streets of Jacksonville Florida into the county of Duval and watch through the eyes of one of the deadliest nigga Duval has ever met. Lil’ Dee is on the rise to the top of the dope chain with only one thing on his mind, in his heart and in his eyes, Money!

Welcome to the belly of the beast where everyone is a victim, where everyday is a war-fare. But only one person can be successful. This is the art of being cut throat . . . . This is Duval County . . .

Special thanks to: Everyone who believed in me and kept pushing me. It’s too many names to give a shout to but you all know exactly who you are but without fail I must give respect, thanks and Praise to the almighty creator for blessing me with this gift.

Prologue

I stood at my living room window smoking a blunt of weed as I watched Deon and Chris walking down the stairs and up through the Project cuts until I couldn’t see them anymore. Releasing a stream of smoke, I silently prayed for the safety of Deon because I knew he would need it and the only person besides me who could protect him was God Himself. Slowly I turned from the window and went and crawled on the couch to finish smoking my blunt before I walked my five foot seven inch thick frame to the shower.

My name is Tree-cee and I can honestly say I’m half Cuban and black with a very high yellow complexion with wavy ass hair that comes to the middle of my back. Though half my life I was raised in the streets and by the streets, my mom and step-dad were both hustlaz and both died by the very hands of the streets because they let a mutha fucker get too close to them. My mom was very loyal to my biological daddy for some odd reason and would take him stacks on stacks of money, even before she died on her hospital bed she told him where all of the money was.

But that was the past and my main goal was to take my ass to the top while bringing Lil’ Deon too. I just hope he had the heart to follow the rules and codes of the deadly streets. I’ve tried to raise him to be a man and this was no time for him to act pussy.

Man hurry up and stop acting scary nigga. I said to Lil’ Chris who was walking as slow as a zombie behind me. Nigga you just walking too damn fast, Lil’ Chris responded and truth be told he was right. Fuck that . . . tighten up."

It was like two in the morning and the Projects were full of smokers, tricks, and young niggaz selling nicks and dimes to the basers or getting head by the tricks. As we walked through Cleveland Arms people were looking at us suspiciously and I couldn’t blame them, what the fuck two twelve year old Lil’ nigga’s doing out at two in the morning besides looking for trouble? Ignoring their wondering glares we continued on our mission through Cleveland Arms until we were traveling down Cleveland Road and finally at Big Jason’s house. You ready? I asked Lil’ Chris who looked around nervously when the motion detector lights came on. Yeah, He stammered. Man why you shaking like that? I questioned laughing as I bammed as hard as I could on the front door. You act like you on some dope nigga like you fiening for some crack. Fuck you Lil’ Dee. Who is it? Big Jason fat ass yelled through the door. It’s Deon and Lil’ Chris I responded back. Why you sayin our names? Lil’ Chris whispers. Sucking my teeth I ignored him my mama sent us to holla at you Mr. Jason. Hold on a minute he said unlocking the door. My mama had this nigga head so fucked up with his nose wide open, she said it’s because she had put what she called her snatch back pussy and bottomless throat on him. Whatever she did Big Jason ass would do whatever for her at the drop of a hat. Come in. Damn . . . it’s colder in here than it is outside. I complained. Why the hell Tree-cee got y’all walking around this late at night instead of just calling a nigga? Cause she needs some money. How much she said she needed? I think she said like two hundred dollars. Alright, he said turning to go to his room. Y’all hold on a minute. C’mon I whispered to Lil Chris about thirty seconds after Big Jason left. As we crept down the hall I wondered to myself what my mama really saw in Big Jason fat black ugly ass besides his money. I pulled out my baby three eighty that Tree-cee had gave me earlier and peeped around the door thrash hold to see Jason fat ass bent over by his bed. Looked like the best opportunity to me so I eased inside the room removing the safety on the already cocked handgun.

Jason I said causing his fat ass to jump. Didn’t I tell you to . . . , he stopped short as if lost for words when he seen me holding the gun towards him. Don’t even play no games nigga, I stated in my most menacing voice like I had practiced days before until I had it down packed. Give us all the dope and money. Tree-cee sent you to do this . . . to rob me after all I’ve done for that ungrateful bitch? Man fuck all that, where that shit at? Laughing he replied I ain’t got shit. So I laughed too then shot him four times in the chest. Ohh shit, Lil Chris screamed before throwing up all over the floor. Man get the fuck up and help me. Lil’ Dee what the fuck man . . . you killed him, He cried. I looked at Lil’ Chris as he bent over crying on the floor then shot him twice in his head. One thing I do know is a crying nigga will snitch on you and just like my mama had warned me, Lil’ Chris was a cry baby and he wasn’t built to hang around me. I searched Big Jason room as best as I could until I found all his drugs and money then I made my way out the house with two book bags, a minute later I saw my mama driving down the road. Where is Lil’ Chris? she asked pulling off. In the house with dead with Jason. I said my heart still pumping as fast as ever. Oh! was all she said with a smile. I didn’t know at the time but my mama was slowly turning me into a cold heart nigga, I was becoming a blood thirsty beast on the come up of trying to make a hundred million before I died. Since a young age she had instructed me on how to become a cut throat ass street nigga and the value of using other niggaz as pawns in the chess game of life.

Chapter ONE

Me and Miss Tree-cee drove way to the south side listening to Master P the last Don C.D. It was completely silence besides the music blaring from the speakers and the inhaling and exhaling sounds of Miss Tree-cee smoking on her blunt of weed. I didn’t know where we were going but I was tired of driving around and finally dozed off. At a little after four that morning Miss Tree-cee woke me up as we pulled in the entrance of some apartment complex’s called BayTree. I looked in awe at the nice building which were painted perfectly and although there were some broke-down cars out there, seventy percent of the cars I seen were way better than the ones I was used to seeing on the Northside.

After driving around back we pulled into a parking spot and got out my mama’s Nissan Sentra. I grabbed the two bags and wondered why she had to park next to this nice ass Acura with rims. As soon as we stepped foot in the building and locked the door Miss Tree-cee then stripped half naked