Cee-Cee & Juelz: An Atlanta Black Mafia Affair

By Shavekia Layfield

As a young girl, Cee-Cee decided she would never be broke again. She watched her mother sell herself for the smallest ounce of crack, which caused them to get put out of their section-eight apartment. Cee-Cee was determined to be rich and take care of her siblings and grandma Rose. Her hustling ways caught the eye of the city’s most notorious villain, Julius Santana, aka Juelz.


At first sight, he respected her strong will to make money. She was too young, but Juelz was impressed with her hustle and waited for her. When she turned eighteen, he changed her life for the better, or so it seems. He makes her the first lady of his tenacious crew, known to the streets of Atlanta as the Atlanta Black Mafia. 


Cee-Cee was all about making money, and if Juelz was providing, she was taking it, but everything comes with a price. Juelz has a nasty coke habit that resurfaces and changes the way he handles her. His violent rages are accompanied by lavish gifts and money. Cee-Cee uses that to stack up for her ultimate escape from him.


Before she has enough money saved to leave, the mafia family comes under attack, and as first lady, Cee-Cee is the first target. The Feds are wanting to get to Juelz and uses Cee-Cee to get to him. When the snitches are revealed, family and loyalty are on the line. Amid the changes within the ABM, Cee-Cee begins to see Juelz in a whole new light. Jealousy, envy, and snitching shakes the ABM family. Cee-Cee puts her best foot forward to save the mafia family, but will she fall short when it comes to her own family?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Nov 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9781648405297

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Cee-Cee & Juelz: An Atlanta Black Mafia Love AffairCee-Cee & Juelz: An Atlanta Black Mafia Love Affair

Contents

Synopsis

Prologue

1. Cee-Cee

2. Dominique

3. Juelz

4. Cee-Cee

5. Dominique

6. Duke

7. Cee-Cee

8. Ulysses

9. Juelz

10. Dominique

11. Ulysses

12. Cee-Cee

13. Dominique

14. Cee-Cee

15. Ulysses

16. Cee-Cee

17. Juelz

18. Cee-Cee

19. Dominique

20. Juelz

21. Ulysses

22. Cee-Cee

23. Duke

24. Dominique

25. Cee-Cee

26. Bizzo

27. Duke

28. Destiney

29. Marcus

30. Cee-Cee

31. Juelz

32. Duke

33. Dominique

34. Cee-Cee

35. Breaking News:

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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As a young girl, Cee-Cee decided she would never be broke again. She watched her mother sell herself for the smallest ounce of crack, which caused them to get put out of their section-eight apartment. Cee-Cee was determined to be rich and take care of her siblings and grandma Rose. Her hustling ways caught the eye of the city’s most notorious villain, Julius Santana, aka Juelz.

At first sight, he respected her strong will to make money. She was too young, but Juelz was impressed with her hustle and waited for her. When she turned eighteen, he changed her life for the better, or so it seems. He makes her the first lady of his tenacious crew, known to the streets of Atlanta as the Atlanta Black Mafia.

Cee-Cee was all about making money, and if Juelz was providing, she was taking it, but everything comes with a price. Juelz has a nasty coke habit that resurfaces and changes the way he handles her. His violent rages are accompanied by lavish gifts and money. Cee-Cee uses that to stack up for her ultimate escape from him.

Before she has enough money saved to leave, the mafia family comes under attack, and as first lady, Cee-Cee is the first target. The Feds are wanting to get to Juelz and uses Cee-Cee to get to him. When the snitches are revealed, family and loyalty are on the line. Amid the changes within the ABM, Cee-Cee begins to see Juelz in a whole new light. Jealousy, envy, and snitching shakes the ABM family. Cee-Cee puts her best foot forward to save the mafia family, but will she fall short when it comes to her own family?

The day I decided to be a boss was the day I came home from school and found all my belongings scattered across the front lawn, and there was a pink note on the door with the letters E.V.I.C.T.I.O.N. written in big bold letters. It was a Friday evening, and I was rushing home from school. At the time, I was in the seventh grade and wanted to show off my awards. It was the end of the semester, and I was on the principal’s list again. My teacher, Mrs. Humphries, said she was running out of work for me because I had mastered and exceeded the seventh-grade curriculum.

It’s one thing to have beauty or brains, but it is a whole different ball game when you have both, Cicely. You will go far in this world, if you put your mind to it. You can be whatever you want to be and do whatever your little heart desires. All you have to do is keep your mind right, set goals, and achieve them.

As I stood at the trashed project apartment, Mrs. Humphries’ words played in my head. I can be what I want to be, and I want to be rich! My mother gathered what she could from the mess that the neighbors had left and took us over to our grandmother’s house. Grandma’s house was the spot where everyone dropped their kids off to when they could no longer keep them. Grandma had custody of damn near all her grandchildren.

Why you dropping these churen ‘round here? Grandma asked my mother Linda.

JT done got himself arrested again, and I didn’t have the money to cover the rent and other bills. The kids don’t have a place to go; they put us out today.

Mm hmm. You thought you were tough shit when you got your little section-eight apartment. What, that nigga you’s fuckin’ can’t spare ten dollars a month for da rent? I tells you da truth. I didn’t raise y’all like that. Y’all out there spreading your legs open, and these men can’t do nothin’ for ya but leave ya with a nice and funky wet ass. Come on, churen. I gotsta figure out where I’ma put y’all to sleep tonight.

Momma, can you take them down to the clothing bank and get them some clothes? Everything got thrown out, and they don’t have any clothes to wear to school.

Chile, I tell ya. You are a piss poor excuse for a mother. You rather be suckin’ dick than takin’ care of your business. Let me call my prayer sister to see if she can get down there before they close. The girls’ hair nappy, and the boys needs haircuts. Y’all not gonna rest ‘til I am dead.

My mother eased out of the house as my grandmother continued her rant. It was four of us—two boys and two girls. My mother mouthed that she was sorry and that she loved us as she closed the door behind us. Grandma already had four of my cousins there already. They stood at the top of the stairs, mugging us as we stood down at the bottom.

Don’t think y’all coming in here running things. We were here first, spat the eldest of the four, Dominique.

Dominique and Charles were siblings, Quinetta and Dontavious were siblings, and now there was me, Cicely, but they called me Cee-Cee, and my sister, Monique, and my brothers, Javar and Menlo. Grandma had a three-bedroom house. She put the boys in one room and the girls shared the other. I hated it here, because my cousins were all full of shit, especially Dominique. She was the ringleader and would have the others to jump us. All grandma could do was fuss and tell us to stop. Then when her daddy would come around, she would really show out and act a damn fool. Nobody didn’t care about her musty ass daddy.

All our clothes were hand-me-downs from the church, clothing bank, and the Salvation Army. Grandma did make sure we were fed good, she kept our hair braided, and even cut the boys hair every Sunday after church. This couldn’t be what my life was supposed to be like, so I was determined to make my own money. On Saturdays, I would get up early and leave the house. I would wash the local drug dealers’ cars. I chose them because I knew they all had money. I would wash cars all day and would make anywhere between fifty to one hundred dollars. By the time the summer came around, I was hustling so hard, I had to get help from my siblings and cousins, including Dominique.

We cut grass, washed cars, sold lemonade, and other odd chores. We were all making so much money to the point I would give my grandmother money to help with her bills. My mother never did come back to get us. I would see her on the streets from time to time, and she would wave to us as if we were friends of the family instead of her kids.

My little cleaning service grew to the point that I was no longer a worker. I had graduated to the boss. I had all the neighborhood kids on rotation. I collected the money and paid them after each job, keeping a small percentage for myself. Everything was good until Domonique went and told her crack-addicted daddy about the money. One Saturday, while Grandma was at choir practice and we were out working, Uncle Dom broke into Grandma’s house and stole all the money we had saved. He had gotten over five thousand dollars from us.

I am sorry, Cee-Cee. I didn’t know that he would do that to us. Dominique cried.

That was going to be our Christmas money. Aren’t you tired of not getting shit? We never get anything, and this year, we were going to have a good ass Christmas, but your sorry ass daddy wanna come steal from somebody!

I was pissed off but determined to get my money back. I grabbed a brick from grandma’s yard and walked over to the well-known crack house. Sure enough, that is where he was. Give me my money! I demanded.

Gone, lil’ girl. You don’t need to be seeing this, Uncle Dom spat.

Nigga, fuck all that. Give me my damn money.

Don’t you see this shit here? The money is gone, he spat, pointing to the crack pipe that he was holding.

I knocked him out with the brick that I was holding in my hand. I didn’t worry about them calling the police because most of them were zoned out and zombie-looking, including my mother. My heart broke into a million pieces when I saw her sucking dick for a man waving a bag of coke above her head. Her eyes were fixated on the drugs while her mouth was going to work. I grabbed what money Uncle Dom had left and walked over to my mom.

Mom, take this, and just pay for the damn dope. Get off your damn knees.

My mom looked ashamed, but not too ashamed to not take the money. She snatched the money from my hands and paid the young dude. Lil’ momma, you wanna pick up where yo’ momma left off?

Fuck you, nigga! I shouted as I put my middle finger up and walked out of the house.

As I walked out of the house, I was stopped by Juelz. Everyone knew Juelz because he was the man that put the fear of God in everyone that he met. My heart skipped a beat when he stopped me.

Aye, how old are you?

Twenty-one, I lied.

Keep it real with me. How old are you? he asked again.

Fourteen.

In four years, come holla at me.

I left feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside. I had washed his car once, but he never talked to me before. Just like any girl, I ran home and told Dominique and Monique about him.

Girl, you is crazy. Juelz don’t want a little mutt like you. He wants a real woman, like me. Have you had your cherry popped yet? Dominique asked.

I dropped my head in shame. I was still a virgin. When I meet the right man, I will lose my virginity. I don’t hand out my goods to every Paul, James, and Tyrone.

Dominique jumped on top of me and started hitting me in the face and my sides. Monique jumped in and kicked her off of me. Leave my sister alone.

Neither one of you is better than nobody. Yo’ momma on drugs—

Just like your daddy! I spat.

I can and will beat your ass. I don’t care if you are my cousin. Just so you know, I already sucked Juelz’ dick! So he ain’t checking for you; he already has me.

Fuck you, Dominique!

Both of y’all want to get your ass beat. Who taught y’all to cuss like that? Grandma Rose asked. We both dropped our heads and didn’t say anything else to each other for the rest of the night.

I ran my little hustle all the way until I got into high school. My grades were good, and I was college bound. I had scholarships and a nice little bank account set up for myself. On my eighteenth birthday, I bought myself a car and moved out of my grandmother’s house.

Don’t get too high and mighty out there, and I expect you to be here every Sunday for church and dinner.

OK, Grandma. You got it.

I gave her a hug and left the nest to start my new life. As I was about to get into my car, a black, pimped out Lincoln Navigator pulled up with a bow on top. I had no idea who it was parking behind my ninety-six Honda Civic. I got what I could pay cash for because I didn’t have a legit job or valid income to try and establish credit.

Out jumped Juelz with a bouquet of roses and balloons. I was shocked and surprised. Hey, what are you doing around here? I asked.

Didn’t I tell you to holla at me in four years, four years ago?

Damn, you remember that far back?

I remember everything about you, from the day you came into my shop and washed my car the very first time, up until now. I been keeping my eye on you, but I didn’t want to be a pedophile or nothing like that, so you were off limits until you were of age. Now, here we are. Do you want to be my lady or nah?

I would have been a fool to say no. Juelz had the juice, bank, and the respect in the streets that I wanted. Is you gonna answer me, or are you going to leave me standing in the middle of the street looking like a desperate fool?

I guess so. I was trying not to sound too eager, but on the inside, I was doing flips.

I don’t want you to guess, baby. I need you to know. Am I your man or nah?

You are my man.

That’s what I thought. Hop in your ride and let’s go so I can show you off.

I was about to get in my car and follow him when he stopped me. What is you doing? he asked.

"Getting in my car so I can follow you."

Nah, shawty. Toss them keys to that raggedy ass car. You gotta match my fly, and there is nothing fly about that ride there. This is your new car. Happy Birthday, baby.

I ran to him and jumped into his arms and planted a kiss on his juicy lips. I had been secretly wanting to kiss him since the day he stopped me outside of the crack house. Juelz was fine as hell. He stood about six feet seven and had to weigh every bit of three-hundred pounds. Juelz was tall and thick. After he let me down, I ran into the house and gave my grandma the keys to the car that I had bought. I didn’t know if she had a license or not, but I didn’t need the car.

Girl, who out there in the big truck? Dominique asked.

Gurl! It is Juelz. He asked me to be his lady, and I happily accepted. I will see you later.

I ran out of the house so fast that I missed the shady look that she gave me. Dominique and I both were attracted to Juelz. She did her thang out in the streets while I was busy making money. Nothing she did mattered, because Juelz chose me.

My life changed the moment that I sat behind the wheel of the black Navigator. I had gotten myself a small one-bedroom apartment, and when I went back to tell them I didn’t need it anymore, the landlord, Mr. Luige, wanted me to pay a stack for breaking the lease. That was until Juelz showed up. Juelz called up his boys, and they beat Mr. Luige damn near to sleep. Juelz then made Mr. Luige sell him the property. Mr. Luige took the money and left the country back to his home, Guatemala.

Well, baby, now you are the owner of an apartment complex, Juelz stated as he handed me the folder with the paperwork, the keys to the office,