The Girl Next Door

By Chase Sidora

Jaysee aka Jay is pretty, smart, and full of fire. She’s a rich daddy’s girl who is used to living a lavish life with the ability to get her way at the bat of her pretty blue eyes. Just months away from graduating with one of the highest GPAs at Coral Gables High and heading off to Harvard, Jaysee’s world is turned upside down when she needs a favor from her handsome neighbor.

After being exiled to Miami for wreaking too much havoc on the streets of New York, Gunny is just counting down the days until he can get back on the block. Gunny’s strategy is simple; while laying low in the 305, he’s gonna keep his head down and stay out the way. But his plans are quickly derailed when he has an unexpected encounter with the girl next door.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leo Sullivan Presents
• Release date: Feb 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781648543470

Chase Sidora

Chase Sidora has been writing since the tender age of eleven, making becoming a published author inevitable. Honing these skills for over a decade, Between Love and Lust is the author’s debut novel. Chase Sidora novels are built on the premise of 'Can Love Truly Concur All?' and the many foundations in which love and relationships are built. An avid sports fan, Chase enjoys watching NBA basketball, writing, movies, and working out. Chase currently resides in Jacksonville, Florida.

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Prologue

On the corner of W. 54th street, Young aka Push looked down at his phone while waiting for his people to pull up. Where the fuck this fool at? he spoke aloud to himself. Gunny’s ass should’ve been here by now.

The thudding bass of Future’s latest single could be heard for miles before you could see the vehicle it was coming from. It wasn’t long before the screeching sound of a car made Young look up from his cell. He chuckled, seeing a fresh off the lot, matte Mercedes G-Class coming to a complete halt in front of him.

I see Somebody flexin’ a new toy.

With that thought, Young climbed inside the truck and closed the door behind him. What’s poppin’, cuz? Young greeted, giving his cousin some dap.

Ain’t shit, same ole two step, fam, Gunny told him. I’m just tryna get on your level.

I hear that. Young nodded coolly. If I was you, I’d be tryna get like me too. I’m really that nigga.

Ha! Keep tellin’ yaself that, bruh.

As always, Young was glad to hook up with his favorite little cousin, especially when it was pertaining to money. Plus, Gunny always had the hook up with that bomb Ganja straight from the islands. It wasn’t like the typical Kush that they sold on the block.

Even the best hydro from Colorado couldn’t compete with that potent Jamaica strain that Gunny always managed to steal from his pops’ stash. That’s why Push was more than happy to see that Gunny had a blunt already fired up when he got comfortable in his seat. It was only ten o’clock in the morning, so it was clear that it was gonna be a good day. Or so Young thought.

What you know ’bout this? Young asked, leaning forward to lift the blunt from the ashtray. I done told you, keep grown folks’ thangs outcha hand. Stay in a child’s place.

Nigga, fuck you! Gunny said and laughed as he pulled off down the busy street of Hell’s Kitchen. I got grown folks’ dick. That’s what’s I got, mafucka.

Young chuckled then took a long pull from the blunt, blowing a swirl into the air. Just hit the warehouse, son. We got a lil business to handle this morning.

Nah, I got business to handle. You just in the way.

This me you talkin to, lil homey. Don’t forget who the boss is, Young reminded, serious as a heart attack. We both know who’s in charge here.

It wasn’t a dopeboy alive seeing more paper than Young. In fact, there wasn’t a single move being made in the city of New York without his blessing. If it was about drugs, Young DeLeneau Jr had a say in it. He ran shit, and everybody on the east coast knew it.

By the way, your new whip is valid, Young added, changing the subject. He reached forward and cranked up the volume on the Burmeister stereo. Yo, son! This shit coming out the factory hittin’ like dis?

Shiddd, a hunnid and forty grand, it better be hittin’ for sumn, Gunny mentioned, bobbing his head to Future’s latest mixtape. Yo, this track is wavy. Them Atlanta rappers is winning right now.

True story, my nigga.

Facts.

Anyway, wassup witchu and that lil thot you was pushing up on the other day? Young quizzed, expelling another thick cloud of smoke. You hit that hoe yet?

Gunny was all smiles. He loved pussy almost more than he loved running up a check. Which one? he questioned with a cocky smirk. Asking me about a hoe is like asking McDonalds about a burger. You gotta be more specific, bruh.

Check you out, B. You wanna be me so bad. Young almost chocked on the weed from laughing so hard. He always found it flattering and hilarious how his little cousin tried to talk, dress and act just like him. You ain’t built like that, though. You just a dub ass fan.

Who a dub? Nigga, I got more hoes than Santa Claus. Ho, ho, ho, Gunny said, laughing along. Shiddd, my hoes got hoes. Fuck you mean?

You odee flexin’, but I’ma let you make it. For a young ass, still wet behind the ear ass, nigga, you talk mad shit! Young clowned. Speaking of which, ain’t you supposed to be in somebody’s classroom?

Man, hell nah. He curled his upper lip and waved his hand through the air dismissively. I been off that high school shit. I’m tryna get like you, straight sack chasing all day long.

Yuh, aight, Young replied and chuckled. But anyway, I was talkin’ about that red bone shorty that you was finessing at Sin City last weekend. From what I understand, she’s a new dancer.

Poison? Gunny asked, lifting an eyebrow. He snatched the Backwood from his cousin’s hand. Pass the mafuckin blunt, ole cuffin’ ass nigga.

Yuh, her, Young told him, ignoring his last comment. Shorty look like she half Dominican or some shit, right?

Oh yuh, that’s definitely Poison! Gunny nodded his head and licked his lips just from thinking about her big booty ass. But to answer your question, I hit that shit a few times on the first night. Had her lil ass doin’ stripper tricks on my dick. Told you I got hoes.

Nigga, you pull one bad bitch and swear you mack of the year!

Hater.

Shorty had a fat ass on her. I’ll give you that.

Before responding, Gunny swung his big G Wagon around the corner, making his way toward the warehouse. The 27-inch white and chrome rims made sure all eyes were on them as they navigated the streets. He was about to continue enjoying shooting the shit with his fam when his phone rang.

Yo? Gunny answered, pressing the talk button on his steering wheel.

Hey, Boo! Maya’s sing song voice wafted through the speakers of his whip. I miss you.

Gunny quickly placed his finger over his lips, signaling for Young to keep quiet. Yuh, I miss you too. What you on?

Nothing much, Maya told him. Just giving you a call to see how you doin’ or whateva. Are you busy?

Just grinding, ma. You know how I do. Money never sleeps.

Well, do you think you can take a break later tonight? she asked hopefully.

I might be able to. Why, wassup?

My moms got called in.

The invitation to bust her down wasn’t subtle, but Gunny wanted her to say exactly what she meant. Oh, so what you saying, ma?

Maya was on the other side of their call, blushing while flat ironing her long, red hair in the bathroom mirror. Her doe shaped brown eyes were glowing in contrast to her caramel complexioned skin at the thought of having Gunny between her thighs. Not only was he the flyest young nigga in New York, but he was also her first love. All the high school bitches wanted Gunny, but she was his queen, and the only way to keep her crown was to make sure her king was satisfied on every end.

I’m saying my mom has to pull an all-nighter, she paused briefly to let the thought marinate in his head. Soooo, I figured you could come by, and we can pull us an all-nighter too.

Damn, you don’t know how good that sounds right about now. Gunny chewed down on his bottom lip. His girl had some fye ass pussy, and he could imagine himself busting her down on her mom’s couch. But I’m tied up at the moment, so I can’t call it. Ain’t no telling when shit gon’ slow down.

Awww.

Don’t start that whinin’ shit, ma. That ain’t a good look.

It’s just that I bought some stuff from Victoria Secret with the money you gave me the other day. Maya laid it on thick, making it hard for him to turn her down. Can’t you free up a little of your time for me? Please, please, please. I really want you to see my new lingerie, Daddy.

Word?

Yup, I even got some panties that say EAT ME on the ass part, Maya added with a snicker. And they’re edible.

Oh yuh? Gunny peered over at his kinfolk, silently mouthing the words shorty feigning for this dick.

Young bit down on his finger to keep from laughing out loud, and then slapped Gunny a low five. Anytime the two of them were together, childish shit was always bound to happen. They both got plenty of pussy, but somehow, hearing Maya advance Gunny was the most hilarious thing.

But yeah, like I was sayin’... Gunny told her, returning to their heated conversation. I might just have to come by and see those new panties you talmbout.

That’s all you wanna do? Maya asked, disappointment evident in her tone. Just see them? You don’t wanna do what they say?

Definitely, Gunny confirmed, his dick eagerly twitching in his boxers. What time Ma Dukes gotta be at work again?

I’mma call you when she leaves, she let him know. I just wanted to give you a heads up. And don’t forget to bring the baby oil when you come. You know how you like to rub it all over my ass beforehand.

Young rocked back and forth in his seat, snorting, trying desperately to muffle his laughter. This nigga, Gunny wild, yo, he thought. The mention of baby oil and fat asses together had thrown Young into a frenzy.

I ain’t gon’ forget, girl. I’ll be waiting on that call too.

I bet you will. Maya giggled cutely. Bye, Boo.

One. Gunny disconnected the call.

Young broke into a fit of giggles. Baby oil? You a lil freaky mafucka! From now on, that’s your new name... Baby Oil!

Chill out, son, let me live. Gunny shrugged him off. You just mad cause you ain’t got no hoes tryna give you some all-night pussy.

Whoop. Whoop.

Gunny peered in his rearview mirror to find a squad car with its red and blue lights flashing directly behind them. Fuck! He shouted. These hoe ass pigs be profilin’ black niggas. On God.

Young turned and glanced over his shoulder. Damn, yo! I got two birds in my duffle bag. Plus, I’m carrying.

Me too, kinfolk, Gunny told him, patting the glock 9 on his hip. And I ain’t goin’ back to juvy.

What you wanna do then?

Fuck is you sayin’? Gunny asked like he should’ve already known the answer. I can’t get caught, nigga. Do you know what my moms will do to me if I get locked up again? She already said I’m goin’ to live in Miami with Grams if she finds out I’m still fucking around with The Gang!

Well, shit, there it is, Young replied, thinking about how his Aunt Reese was bat shit crazy. She’d kick Gunny’s ass for getting caught up with the laws but she’d kill him for putting his baby cousin in the crossfire. At this next corner, we bail. You go left, I go right. We make it back to my crib, and we report this bitch stolen.

Bet. Gunny pressed the unlock button by the handle, getting prepared. He and Young both unbuckled their seat belts. Ready? Go!

Gunny and Young threw open their respective doors and jumped out of the still moving truck. They were in Brooklyn, so they had a slight advantage. They knew the streets like they knew the inside of their own cribs. Plus, there were plenty of buildings to duck between and crowds to shield them. No way some out of shape New York cops were going to come close to catching them.

Young shot across the street and ran through a park where he hopped a fence and pulled off his Timbs and vest. He lifted a dingy gym bag that he found from off the ground, and turned, heading toward a basketball court up ahead. He could see the cop that had jumped out and tried to run after him, stop, and look around, trying to figure out which way he went. It was obvious that the pig was looking for the red Versace vest he’d been rocking. It was also obvious that the number of Blacks on the basketball court had the officer confused.  

Racist mafucka! Young said, chuckling under his breath. I guess we all look alike.

He headed to the bleachers and took a seat. Nobody noticed that he didn’t have any shoes on. After a couple of minutes, the cop jogged off in a different direction.

Across the way, Gunny flew across the street and ducked into an alley way where he ran through a puddle. He then made a left turn between two tall buildings. Seconds later, he could hear the puddle splash again, which told him that the police following him was shot in his ass. He made a quick right turn, trying to cut through another set of buildings, and ran right smack into a barricade.  

Fuckkkkk! Gunny shouted, punching the air repeatedly.

The city was making road repairs, and had put up a temporary barricade. There were NYPD squad cars surrounding the barricade, making sure nobody moved or disturbed it. On top of that, there were other cops nearby directing traffic because of the construction. Gunny was caught between a rock and a hard place.

All units be advised, I have eyes on one of the suspects...

Gunny inched for his gun but thought better of it. He could hear the cop chasing him on the radio of the other officers, telling them his location. There was nowhere else to run and if he were to grab his strap and start busting, he’d be a dead man.

Hands! the officer behind him shouted.  Let me see your hands, motherfucker!

Goddamn, man, Gunny cursed under his breath while lifting his hands into the air. This some mafuckin bullshit.

The cops manning the barricade climbed over it and started running toward him too. All these laws ain’t even necessary. It’s just me. They shoved Gunny against the wall, yanked his hands behind his back, and cuffed him.

The pig that who been chasing him holstered her weapon and walked up to him. Where’d your fucking buddy go, huh? the skinny white woman asked. What’s his name? Tell me your buddy’s name?

Deese! Gunny spoke nastily in the