His Angel & His Streets 2: Holding A Thug's Heart

By Shavekia Layfield

Smooth has decided to give up his seat as the King of the Birmingham streets in order to be home more with his wife and kids. The battle between his life as William vs his life as Smooth is getting harder and hard to maintain. Angel is asking questions and is getting suspicious of his late nights and out of town activities.

Angel prays that her husband is being faithful, but she is almost positive that he isn’t. She takes a risk and tracks him to Birmingham. When William learns of this, he is livid so Smooth makes the decision to turn the title over to an upcoming hustler named Snow.

While Snow is preparing for his life as the King of the Streets, he is also dealing with his own problems. The love of his life Peyton, is stuck with a ruthless drug dealer and human trafficker named Black Ice. Snow has loved Peyton since they were kids and he will stop at nothing to win her heart.

Peyton is battling her own secrets. She loves Snow too, and wants nothing more to be with him. But she knows that will never happen as long as Black Ice is alive. Snow works hard to prove himself as the man to take Smooth’s place while getting closer to Peyton.

When he finally gets his chance to have his angel and his streets, Snow realize that it may be too late for he and Peyton to live happily ever after. Just like Smooth, Snow becomes torn between the two, his angel and his streets, what is a thug to do?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Apr 11, 2016
• ISBN: 9781648405327

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Contents

Prologue

1. Snow

2. Peyton

3. Snow

4. Silvia

5. Snow

6. Smooth

7. Snow

8. Silvia

9. Snow

10. Smooth

11. Snow

12. Peyton

13. Angel

14. Smooth

15. Snow

16. Smooth

17. Snow

18. Peyton

19. Snow

20. Smooth

21. Snow

22. Black Ice

23. Snow

24. Peyton

25. Snow

26. Snow

27. Black Ice

28. Snow

29. Smooth

30. Peyton

31. Snow

32. Camille

33. Smooth

34. Peyton

35. Snow

36. Taj

37. Snow

38. Peyton

39. Snow

40. Taj

41. Snow

Epilogue

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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This is an original work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Contains explicit language & adult themes suitable for ages 16+

Prologue

R ed, please, I need a hit bad. You have the best stuff on the street, but I don’t have any money.

Silvia, please go on now, you know I do not sell to women or children. Red had a strict policy and he lived by it; never sell dope to women or children. He had been in this game a long time and saw how these drugs tore down families. At the same time, it was easy money and his means to take care of his family. Red wasn’t at the top of the Cartel, but he was one of the head soldiers. He was over all the Ensley runners.

He was out doing his nightly collections, when he ran into Silvia trying to score a hit.

I know Red, but I am really hurting. You know I was in the hospital because I had a baby.

Then you should be home nursing your new baby and not out here trying to get high. Go home, Silvia.

I don’t have a home; we are on the streets. I was pretty clean throughout my pregnancy. Doctors didn’t even find a trace of drugs in my baby’s system. Silvia was proud that her baby wasn’t born addicted to crack, cocaine, or heroine. Those were her drugs of choice, but she would dabble with a little meth here and there.

I am not listening to you. There is nothing you can say that can convince me to sell you any drugs. For the last time, I do not sell drugs to women. Red tried to walk away but Silvia followed behind him, still begging with him.

I will give you my baby. Would you take that? I just want one hit. Please, look. I have his birth certificate, social security card, shot records and look, I will write a letter saying I can’t care for him and I am giving him to you. Silvia walked over to her car and came back with a baby and a folder with the baby’s paperwork.

You want him? What’s your real name and I will write this letter to you?

Red was ready to cry. It was clearly time for him to leave this game. Addicts were on a whole new low if they would sell their babies for a hit of crack. He knew he would need to take this baby and save his life. There was no telling what would happen to the baby if he remained in Silvia’s care. Red looked down at the baby boy. He had the smoothest skin with rosy cheeks, a head full of blonde, curly hair and the brightest blue eyes.

Address it to my sister, Camille Spencer. A tear dropped from his eye as he handed her a vial containing crack, and he took the baby and walked away.

He neglected his duties of collecting the rest of the money off the streets. When he got home, his sister looked at him and asked, Who gave you a baby and where are you going with him?

You remember Silvia?

Yea, the white girl from Nineteenth Street?

Yea, that’s her. She traded me the baby for some coke.

When did you start selling to women?

When it was a matter of saving a baby from his mother. If we didn’t save him, she would have just given him to someone else and there is no telling what would happen to him. You have always wanted a baby and after what happened, I know you can’t have children, so Merry Christmas, you are now a mother.

Camille smiled and looked down at the seat. She picked up the beautiful baby boy.

What did she name him? she asked.

Red looked through the baby’s papers that Sheila had given him. He found the birth certificate and looked at Camille. He laughed and said, His name is Snow.

Camille stayed in Loveman Village housing projects where she lived all of her life. She and Red had lived in the same apartment as kids. These were the same apartments that got their mom hooked on drugs, introduced Red into street hustling, and the place where Camille was raped and left infertile.

Camille was so thankful for baby Snow. He was a breath of fresh air. Red made sure that she had everything she would need to care for him. They went to Ms. Verna and got everything notarized.

Ms. Verna was a true hustler. For the right price, you could get anything from your taxes prepped to a doctor’s excuse for school or work, and anything in between. She was also the candy lady.

So, you want me to type up legal documents giving you custody of a little white baby named Snow? Ms. Verna asked as she puffed on a long cigarette.

Yes ma’am, his momma gave me these. Camille gave her everything Silvia had given to Red.

Give me 48 hours I will have everything ready. Five-hundred dollars, please.

Camille reached in her purse and gave Ms. Verna all the money that Red had given her.

Just as promised, two days later, Snow was legally Camille’s son. He was now Snow Spencer. After everything Camille had been through, she was happy to have someone to give all of her love to. All the neighbors wanted to know where the baby came from. Camille just would say, He was a gift from God. They all thought she was crazy anyways and felt sorry for her.

Whenever Silvia would walk through the hood, Camille would get super nervous. She thought any day now Silvia would be back to pick up Snow, but she never did. She would only come by to score another hit. Eventually, she stopped coming around. By the time Snow turned one, Silvia was locked up for prostitution and attempted murder.

Snow was more than a dream come true for Camille. He was the sweetest baby in the world. He was more than a pleasure to care for. Red would come by from time to time to check, but Camille would insist that she had everything under control. He would leave her money to make sure she and the baby were okay. Snow was smart and was reading and even painting by the age of two.

1

Snow

Snow was getting ready for his graduation party. He didn’t finish with his class, but he kept on going until he graduated with the summer school class. His mother Camille and Uncle Red were proud of his accomplishments. Snow was happy too. He didn’t have any real solid plans but he knew he wanted to get his mom out of the hood.

Though his Uncle Red was no longer dealing, he was still respected in the game. Snow looked up to his uncle. If Camille knew that Red had taught Snow the streets, she would have had a fit. She tried her best to shield him from that type of lifestyle. Snow loved the fast life. He loved the money. But one thing he lived by, never sell dope to children or women.

I am so proud of you dude, took yo’ ass long enough. Nineteen years old and still carrying back packs and shit, Red joked around with Snow.

Man, Unk, it was time for me to get up out that guy. I was starting to lose my street cred.

Look Snow, never be embarrassed about getting an education. The more knowledge you have, the better you will be out here in these streets.

Man, I am these streets. I have had to fight my whole life. You think it has been easy being white with a black momma?

I know it’s been hard. But your momma loves you and it will break her heart if she found out what we have been doing.

I am trying to get her out the hood. I’ma get momma a house out this crumby place.

We will talk later. Tonight, let’s party. Red changed the subject when he saw Camille walking up.

The party was the talk of the town. Anybody who was anybody was there, even Peyton. Snow had loved Peyton since she sat in front of him in third grade, Mrs. Wellesley’s class. She moved to the hood after her daddy left her momma, and they were forced into poverty. She never let being poor stop her from shinning in school.

Snow saw her standing across the walkway with her girls. She was thick, with smooth cocoa butter colored skin, and almond shaped eyes. They all graduated last year, leaving him behind. He walked over. Peyton was a catch for any lucky guy. But she picked and chose her men wisely. Right now, she was the girl of a big time drug dealer out of Birmingham named Black Ice.

Snow didn’t care. Within time, she would be his. Hey ladies, are yawl enjoying yawl self?

Yea, we good Snow, congratulations, Peyton told him. She was giving him flirty eyes.

Well, I came over to check on the pretty lady crew.

The ladies giggled. Peyton stopped laughing when she saw Black Ice pull up.

Y’all, I gotta go, thanks for a good time.

Snow watched Peyton get in the car. He saw Black Ice slap her. He started walking over to the car. Snow, don’t go. He will kill you, Peyton’s friend Jalisa advised. And he will kill her for you trying to protect her.

Black Ice was a snake. Not only was he into drug dealing, he was also a pimp who was known for trafficking women across the southern states. Snow feared that if he didn’t save Peyton then it would be soon that she would be on the streets too.

The rest of the night went by without problems. Snow had the police on payroll so even if they got a call to come see about the noise, no one ever came. They partied well into the night. Girls shaking their asses and twerking were all over the block. Snow sat back and enjoyed the festivities, but couldn’t take his mind off Peyton.

Snow, when are you gonna let me go snow diving? Jalisa came over and rubbed against Snow.

Oh, so you want the snow, huh? Snow knew Jalisa wanted him, but he wasn’t interested in her like that.

You know I want you. But you have them goo-goo eyes for Peyton.

Nah, it’s not like that, bae. I thought you were with Joker?

I was, but I let him go. I am trying to get with you.

Well, come here and let me see what that mouth do.

Jalisa eagerly followed Snow into an abandoned apartment and dropped down to her knees. Snow leaned up against the wall as Jalisa sucked him off. Damn, I’ma start calling you jaws. You got my damn knees buckling.

Jalisa didn’t say a word, she just kept on sucking and slurping. Snow couldn’t stand the sensation much longer, but he didn’t want to be labeled as a minute man. Get up and bend over.

She did as she was told. Snow pulled up behind her and slid her dress up, revealing her bare ass. Nothing about this encounter was sensual. He spread open her ass cheeks and entered her from behind. Her insides were warm and wet like she had been waiting for him all day. She wasn’t as tight he liked it, but his dick fit right in with no problem.

Jalisa loved every minute of feeling Snow dig inside of her. She moaned as she threw her ass back up against him. When Snow reached his climax, he held her waist, pumped hard two more times, and then spun Jalisa around.

Open wide.

Jalisa again did what she was told, and caught and swallowed all of Snow’s seeds. Snow pulled up his pants