A Hood King Stole My Heart: A Chocolate City Young Love

By Ebony Diamonds

Keisha McKinley is an 18-year-old beautiful bombshell, born and raised in Southeast DC. While her parents became addicted to drugs, Keisha became addicted to money, clothes, and anything else she could get out of the guys she came across. With her best friends, Laniah and Jess, by her side, she lives the cash life and brings them along for the ride. She believed she could play any man out of money with promises of having her, until she met Black.

Black was one of DC’s top hustlers, who refuses to play her game. This changes her outlook, and she falls for him hard. Her past decisions threaten her life and the lives of the ones she loves. They will cost her a friend, and possibly, her own life. Will she make it out by standing by her man, or will she fall victim to her own greed?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leo Sullivan Presents
• Release date: Oct 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781648543876

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Preface

I can’t believe I’m laying here with a mouth full of blood and a hole in my chest, dying on a wet street on Good Hope Road. This wasn’t my idea of how a dime piece like me should go out. I tried to get up and the heat in my chest just got worse. I couldn’t breathe.

Somebody call an ambulance. Somebody help her, I heard an elderly voice call out. I couldn’t see anymore, then shit went black. Damn, I didn’t see this shit coming. Well, maybe I did.

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Keisha

My name is Keisha McKinley. I grew up in Langston Lane in Southeast DC aka Soufeast for my slang muthafuckas. My hood was the serious spot and muthafuckas were scared to come through if you didn’t belong. When I was seven, I saw a nigga get stomped to death for asking for directions. Shit was that real.

I had been living here for seventeen years, and I still don’t get how this shit works. What I do know is, my ass was getting the fuck out of here as soon as I get a nigga with money long enough to keep me for a while. I was a bad bitch and only deserved the best. I was young with caramel colored skin, hair down my back and a body niggas tried to pay to hit.

My hustle was simple; play with these dumb ass niggas and drain the bank until I had everything and they had nothing. Shit, I’m only seventeen, and I got a Lexus and I stay shutting these bitches down with my clothes game. I had hoes trying to fight me because they wanted what I had on. I mean that’s what comes with being the shit.

I stay with my moms in our two-bedroom apartment on Hartford Street. My dad used to live here until he started sucking dick for crack and ran out on us with some white bitch he met at a crack house. I always hated him for that shit.

My mom was so hurt, she turned to heroin, and I hated him for that too. She used to be so beautiful, and now she looks and smells like a trash can. That will never be me, I often whispered to myself when I heard my mother fucking some dealer for a fix. I keep telling myself I’m going to get enough money to get her some help. I couldn’t stand to even look at what she had become. Her pretty flowing hair was now broken off and dried up; her skin was wrinkled and ashy, and her face was destroyed by that shit. I loved her anyway because, through it all, she still took care of me and made sure I had everything I needed until it got really bad.

My grandmother Annie died before I could go live with her up the street in Big 30 aka 30th St. I always liked that she lived so close to us. I had somewhere to go when I was just plain sick of the slum shit with Ma. Big 30 wasn’t no better on a violence note, but I would rather be there than having dudes running through my house to fuck my mother. Sometimes it would be dudes standing at the door in a line. I was so embarrassed and she could care less and less with each shot up the vein.

Getting ready for school was an event for me. I went to F.W. Ballou High School, and I loved it. Just the look on the face of my haters was like busting a good nut. I threw on my new black and green silk blouse with the dip in the back, a black pair of tights, and a black pair of Giuseppe heels and hooked up my accessories. I made sure my makeup and hair were intact, grabbed my clutch, then headed out the door.

Walking out feeling like a super star, I jumped into my custom painted Lexus and sped out my complex. Now you might be wondering how a 17-year-old ended up with a Lexus. Niggas’ thirsty, and I let them drink up and drop them when my shoe boxes stacked up with their cash. I kept my money in the back of the dryer so my mom couldn’t find it and shoot it up. I couldn’t wait to get to school so I could tell my best friend all about my date last night.

Laniah Little had been my best friend since pre-k. People always called us twins because we favored, but I always thought it was because we had huge asses and pretty faces. We were definitely bait. She was a down bitch. Whenever I needed her, she was there. When I saw this nigga Benny G hitting on my mom for stealing out his stash, she helped me fuck him up without question. Her life ain’t the best either. Very similar to my life actually.

I pulled up on 4th street, right in front of the school so I could be seen. Walking into the cafeteria was always my confirmation that I was on point. Going through the metal detectors, I saw Laniah and she quickly jumped up and came to check out my outfit. Damn girl, you would think you was going to a club with that shit on.

I chuckled and said, Girl, you know how I roll wit mine. I was dying to tell her what happened last night before the first period bell rang. We got a table and I started spilling. So I went out with that nigga Shug last night and this nigga really tried to play me out. First, this nigga picked me up in a fucking 1998 Taurus. Bitch, you know I was heated. I almost walked the fuck away. Strike one.

Laniah looked at me and laughed. I know you was bitch. I thought he pushed that green Mercedes he always stuntin in. Girl, too fluke for me, she kept laughing. I looked at her because I ain’t see shit funny about this, but I had to laugh too.

So anyway, he claims his Mercedes was being detailed and it wouldn’t be ready until the morning. If he was a real nigga, he would have had more than one car. Strike two. Bitch the third strike was when this nigga took me to his mother’s house to borrow twenty dollars for the date. Strike muthafuckin’ three. Girl I called Antoine and told him I was stranded and needed a ride.

Oh my God. Girl please tell me you making this shit up. I looked at her with a serious face and said I wish I was. So what did Antoine think of picking you up from the next nigga? Just as I was about to respond, that fuckin bell went off and it was on to my boring ass home room.

I couldn’t wait for this shit to be over. In three weeks I would be graduating, and I am so over it. I sat in my algebra 2 class, wondering why the hell the clock was moving at a slower motion than usual. Having to look at this ugly bitch was torture alone. Ms. Daniels was a sweet woman, but Lord she could use some makeup and a new wardrobe. Her breath smelled like dog shit and she was one of those up close and personal people, so I was dying every two minutes off that shit. Seniors, I need your graduation slips or you won’t be crossing that stage this year. I hated that shit. They always threatened the seniors with not graduating. Bell please ring, and it finally did.

I started down the hall, looking for Laniah, and I ran into this trick Candy. What a mess. I hadn’t seen hair like that since George Clinton. The shoes were ran over and the clothes were Salvation Army brand. I laughed passing her, but today, she wanted to be bold and jump out there. Yeah, that’s that bitch. She calls herself fuckin my nigga. I rolled my eyes. How laughable.

I turned around and said Look you bamma ass bitch, Antoine is my nigga. He buys me these jewels and clothes I rock. He pays the insurance on my car, and what do you have? A ran over pair of shoes and a fucked up weave? Yousa sad bitch. By the way, he told me your pussy stink, so buy a douche bitch. And on that note, I stepped off, leaving her looking dumb with her groupies. Keisha 1, gutter rat 0.

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On the way out the school, Laniah and I ran into our other down bitch Jesse. I’ve only known her for three years, but she was still a pretty close friend of mine. Ooo y’all goin to the party tonight? I heard Backyard gunna be there, and y’all know I love some Big G. I didn’t hear about a party, so I knew the shit was fluke.

Who throwin it? Jesse looked at me like I lost my mind.

Girl, Black is wit his fine ass. My pussy got wet almost immediately. Mmmmm Black. He was a fine ass chocolate nigga wit sexy ass locs down his back and a body like Tyson. Damn. And he got a fuckin green Aston Martin, who the fuck does that in DC? I always thought he was the perfect man for me. Too bad he didn’t see me that way. I’m 17 and he’s 26. I can get a lot of older dudes to fall for me, except him. He obviously doesn’t have eyes not to be on me hard, but hell yeah, I’m going to that party.

Pick y’all up at 10:30, and be ready bitches. I walked to my car and hopped in. I put in my Oeazy CD and started blasting Snap a Picture For Me. He was a local DMV artist and his shit was all about stuntin on muthafuckas. I rolled down my window and started singing to my peers who were about to hop on the bus, there looks were priceless. I heard one girl yell out Bitch. I giggled. How cute.

I wanted a new outfit for the party, so I decided to go to Pentagon City in Arlington, Virginia to see what Nordstrom’s had. I hopped on 295 South, hittin a jay and cruising like the big boys do. While I was driving, my phone rang. It was Antoine. Girl, what the fuck you tell Candy? I looked at my phone like I didn’t know who the fuck he was yelling and cursing at.

First the fuck off, don’t call my fuckin phone like you don’t got no muthafuckin’ brains nigga. Second that dusty ass dirty bitch jumped out there with me today and got cold carried. So when you get a better attitude, call me back. I hung up on his ass. I don’t know why I’m fuckin with him anyway. Well I know why, money, but he hit Candy and she a nasty bitch. That’s why I made him get tested. DAMN! Muthafucka almost made me miss my exit. I felt my phone vibrate again, and it was him, so I decided to call back when I parked.

I got out the car and some loser with a Starbucks apron on said, Damn baby, you lookin pretty today. Can I get your number?

So I said, Damn nigga you lookin broke today, and no you can’t.

I took my phone out of my Louis V bag and called Antoine back. Are we feeling better? I asked.

Look, she my baby moms. I don’t like her ass either, but every time y’all beefin she wanna call me with that bullshit about taking my daughter if I don’t stop fucking with you. I almost laughed.

Well I guess it’s best if you guys wanna be a family. I could hear him breathing heavy. I just loved when he got pissed because I got more gifts.

He started begging, I’m sorry baby. I only want you. I just don’t wanna lose my daughter. Cute little puppy. I had him wrapped all the way up.

Where you at? I knew what was coming when I told him I was at the mall.

I’m at Pentagon City about to pick up some shit. And just like that, he came to the mall and spent four grand on my shopping spree, and gave me another three on GP. I was the definition of what Yo Gotti meant. I’m a 5 star bitch.

I walked into the house and almost puked. My mom was on all fours, getting fucked by some trick ass nigga, and the fuckin place smelled worse than usual. Fuck ma. Why the fuck you gotta do this shit man? Get the fuck out you dirty dick nigga. The dirty muthafucka looked at me like I wasn’t shit.

Bitch you betta roll out before I fuck your little ass too. I looked down and he didn’t even have on a condom. How trifling. I went to my room and got my nine Antoine got me last week, went back in the living room and repeated myself, and I hate to repeat myself.

If you don’t get the fuck out, Ima blow your fuckin brains across the room nigga. Now he got it. He pulled his pants up and snatched the vial he had on the coffee table and bounced.

No, please don’t leave. She just playing, please. Keisha, why the fuck you do that, huh? I need my fuckin medicine. I couldn’t even look at her.

You know what ma, this some trifling shit. You fucking some bitch ass nigga on our fucking couch for a hit? I stomped past her.

Don’t you fucking judge me bitch. You don’t think I know where you get all your fancy clothes and that fuckin car you driving out there? You just like me, but your drug is clothes and shit. Damn, was she right? I walked in my room and locked the door. Looks like I’m gunna be leaving sooner than expected. I opened all my bags and tried to find the right outfit to rock Black’s dick up. I chose a one piece red shorts jumpsuit. My titties popped out and the way my ass was fighting to stay in, there was no way Black could resist this. I let my hair down and the natural waves were set just right. Now I had three hours before I had to pick up Jesse and Laniah. I got in the bath tub and relaxed.

It was 10:15, and I was almost ready. I put on my clothes and started to fix my makeup. People always said I looked like Cassie, but I still thought I looked better than her. I was almost ready, I just had to add my jewelry. Damn a bitch was iced out. I looked in the mirror one more time and headed for the door. I saw my mom sitting on the couch, watching Martin and laughing her ass off. I loved her so much. I can’t wait to put her in rehab. See you later ma. Love you. I didn’t wait for a response, but headed up the steps in the hallway.

When I got outside, Boogie, your friendly neighborhood drug pusher, grabbed my ass. See, that’s why I don’t fuck wit none of y’all broke ass dirty muthafuckas now. You don’t have no respect. Next time you grab me, Ima knock your teeth down your throat.

He laughed and said, Well, all I gotta do is go give yo mother this candy and she will suck my dick like a champ.

I had to laugh myself and shot back, Well, if you need an addict to suck you off, then I damn sure don’t want you. I heard oo’s as I walked away. I gotta leave this fucking rat hole.

Laniah lived in Barry Farms. She moved from the Lane when she was 14. I hated going through the Farms, there were nothing but crack heads decorating the streets. That was a serious spot too, I used to talk to a dude from there but he got locked up before I got a chance to see what he was about. I picked up my phone and called her to come downstairs. She didn’t answer her phone, so I called again, no answer. I walked up to her door and knocked. I don’t know where this bitch is, but she bout to get left. I turned the knob and it was open. I walked in and what a fuckin mess. The place was a disgrace. Unfortunately, her mom had the same problem mine did. That dope had them gone. Laniah, where you at? I walked upstairs and saw her ass in the fuckin mirror. Bitch, you ain’t hear me calling your ass? I stared her down

My bad Key. Almost ready. I liked the dress she had on. She rocked a black tight fitting back out dress. Very sexy. I just knew we were about to shut the party all the way down. Look at you Key. I’m loving it, she winked at me and I couldn’t be mad anymore. Ms. Little came walking out her room, looking a hot mess as usual.

Hey Keisha, baby. I didn’t know you were coming over. I would have straightened up. Yeah right. She probably didn’t know what the fuckin day was.

It’s okay, Ms Little. Laniah hated her mom. When she was 9, she let her junkie boyfriend pass Laniah around for drugs. She was so traumatized she ran away and lived with us for three weeks. She went back after her dad killed him and went to jail for life. Now ain’t that some shit.

We got into my car and sparked up a jay. It ain’t nothing like a good jay to start the night with, and DC had some good ass weed. Well, some parts anyway. I had some sour diesel for us to hit before we go into the party. Now we had to get Jesse, and she lived in Condon Terrace on 3rd and Atlantic by Ballou. I was high as shit and couldn’t wait to shake my ass. I made the left on third, and immediately regretted it. There were ambulances and police cars as usual. I asked a slow walking fat dude what happened and he said somebody got shot over a crap game. Stupid muthafuckas. Laniah called Jesse and told her we were outside. She came bouncing out with a skirt to her pussy and a shirt that showed everything but nipples. I guess she getting picked up tonight, I laughed to myself. She hopped in the backseat and we were ready. We passed the jay and sparked up another.

By the time we got uptown, we were smacked outta our heads. I made