She Fell In Love with a New York Hitta 2: Tales of a Dope Fiend

By Infinity

In the second installment of this heartbreaking series, the story picks up right where we left off. The remaining leaders of the Supreme pick up the pieces of their lives after losing their dear friend Leilani. Clueless to who was behind his little sister’s murder, Isaiah relentlessly questions Juelz, pushing the teenager deeper into an opioid addiction. Seeing history repeat itself, Essence focuses on getting her nephew better; no matter how many attempts it takes, she’s determined to get Juelz clean. Don absorbs himself into finding the person responsible for Leilani’s death as guilt harbors what is left of his heart. Sincere is stuck in a realm of betrayal as he is persuaded to believe that his dead fiancé maliciously murdered his father in cold blood.

Pain, guilt and anger torment the close knit family as they all desire to move on from Leilani’s death. But how far can they get before reality sinks her teeth into their lives? Will this family ever be able to move on, or will jealousy ruin what is left of this family?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Apr 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781648405549

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Prologue

January 1, 2017

"C heers to the comeback," Roselyn said to herself; extending her arm she raised her glass in the air. Tilting her head back, she downed the aged Colombian rum in one gulp. The 12-year-old rum was smooth going down, leaving sweet notes of vanilla and brown sugar. An explosion of excitement erupted within her chest cavity corresponding to the warmth of the perfectly aged rum.

I’m finally winning, she smiled.

Tonight, she celebrated the pending victory over her biggest competitor. Roselyn’s master plan on turning the woman’s life upside down worked out perfectly. One moment, Leilani was enjoying the bliss from her engagement. Within a couple of hours after her formal agreement to get married, Leilani was hit with the news about her son being kidnapped. For three months, Leilani ran through the streets with a vengeance. Not caring for anyone’s life, Leilani painted the city red searching for the person behind her son being taken. Unaware about Roselyn’s motives, Leilani fell right into her mother’s trap. Roselyn had lured the hit woman into the lion’s den by using her son as a ploy. The chess moves she’d made to secure her biggest competitor, solidified her status within the game.

I need to celebrate; let me put on some music.

Picking up her smartphone, Roselyn unlocked the device, opening her music app. Quickly, she scrolled through her playlist, stopping at the perfect song to match her mood. Pressing play, the sound of a trumpet blowing through the speakers filled the room. Oh, how I miss this kind of music, she thought as she got up from the wooden chair and began to twirl her body to the rhythm of the music. Living in America for so long she grew accustom to listening to Hip Hop and R&B, forgetting all about her guagancós, descargas and cumbias. The unique melody that the instruments created did something for Roselyn. Closing her eyes, she became lost in the music. Excitement filled every fiber of her body as she gyrated her hips to the tune of the salsa music.

Mami dame un beso. Her flesh crawled with sparks of electricity. The fat bass line, saxophone, and the trumpet with the scraping cowbell brought her back to a time in her life where she was happy. A time in her life where she didn’t have to worry about a single thing in the world. Hypnotized by the Caribbean music, Roselyn jumped to the sound of hard knocking on the door. Her heart beat fast from the combination of fear and excitement. Gripping her chest, she attempted to calm down her racing heart.

What? she yelled out, irked by the interruption.

Rose, I need you to come quick.

The urgency from Don Cheadle’s voice caused her jaw to tighten in irritation. Fucking pendejo is like a lost little girl I swear. He’s always up under my fucking ass man. Pausing the music she walked over to the door, yanking it open. Face to face with her partner in crime, she was disgusted by his aging face. He’s so fucking sloppy.

What is the problem? she asked, peeved by his presence.

It’s Leilani she— he stuttered as his tongue felt heavy, entrapping his words. She isn’t breathing.

Ugh, Cheadle what the fuck man?

I just went down to check on her and she wasn’t breathing.

Exiting the private room, Roselyn followed Cheadle into the basement. She listened on as Cheadle began ranting about following her orders. I swear the first chance I get, I will kill his ass. She didn’t think that working with Cheadle would be a problem. Not even two months into their partnership Roselyn was finding herself daydreaming about choking the life out of the complaining thug. Stick to the plan, she coached herself, he will be dealt with at a later time. Entering the cemented basement, Roselyn’s nose scrunched to the foul blend of human excrements and blood.

It smells horrible in here, Roselyn said.

Together the duo walked over to the source of the foul odor. Their victim laid unconscious on the ground. The beauty queen was unrecognizable with her face swollen three times its normal size. Blood trickled from the open wounds on her body. Purple patches bloomed, signaling that some internal damage had been done. Roselyn wouldn’t be surprised if Leilani had some broken bones. Glaring down at her handy work, Roselyn didn’t need a doctor to verify if Leilani was dead or not. The blue hue that glowed from the body was all she needed to verify that America’s top hit woman was dead.

So, what should we do with the body?

Have the building cleared out; torch the place with the body.

A smile creased her face as a sense of exhilaration warmed her entire body. She couldn’t believe how things were beginning to work in her favor. Roselyn spent majority of her life fighting a battle that existed within her head. She plotted and schemed her way into the game and finally, everything she’d been doing was working out. Squatting down getting closer to the body, Roselyn watched as life seeped from her victim.

I win bitch, Roselyn smiled. I finally beat you.

The mental game was finally over. Roselyn retaliated against her biggest competitor and won. This bitch is finally gone. The confirmation of Leilani being dead generated an emotion that Roselyn didn’t believe existed anymore. Her heart pounded beneath her rib cage, fueling the joy that riddled her body. Everything is beginning to fall into place. Pulling out her cell phone, her fingers typed against the screen. Placing the phone to her ear, she waited patiently for the other party to pick up.

Yes, the masculine voice answered.

She’s been handled.

Ok good, we continue with the plan correct? the masculine voice questioned.

Yes, I am gonna take down the Supreme.

Chapter One

Death is an imminent part of life, with grief being the natural approach in overcoming the loss of a loved one. Don was fairly educated on the cycle of life: you live, and you die; it was that simple to him. After years of being involved in the drug world, Don lost every strand of affection. Gaining his title as a Kingpin, he wasn’t allowed to show any emotion as it was a sign of weakness. Extracting empathy from his soul, Don took the lives of many men with karma retaliating against him by taking the lives of his loved ones. Losing the people that he held dear to his heart he learned a valuable lesson; with each of those losses all he could do was charge it to the game. I chose this life, was what he always told himself in order to maintain sanity. Sitting down in the overly cushioned church pews, Don’s mind began repeating the same phrase that kept him sane throughout the many decades he spent in the game: I chose this life, I chose this life. The four-worded phrase repeated over and over again, appeasing his chaotic thoughts.

I don’t know if I can do this again, Elena said, distracting him from his thoughts.

Dropping her face into her hands, she wept into her palm. Staring down at his wife of thirty years, a tightness took over his chest. The married couple had spent the last three decades coping with the loss of their infant daughter, who died in a house fire. The traumatic event ended their marriage as they weren’t able to continue their union with the loss weighing heavy on their hearts. Years later, they were attempting to rekindle their relationship only to be met with the devastating revelation that an important person in their lives had been ripped from their lives forever.

Inhaling his wife’s scent, Don became sickened by the smell of her perfume. On any other day he would have grown sexually aroused to her soft scent. Sitting next to her, inhaling the feminine fragrance, his stomach turned to the sweet top notes of Sicilian lemon mingled with jasmine. The overly feminine perfume would forever be etched into his head about this day. The day he’d been dreading for the past week, Leilani’s funeral.

I’d like to welcome Isaiah Carter up to say a few words about our loved one, the Preacher welcomed.

Everyone’s attention turned to the 6’4 figure that stood up. Isaiah ran his hands over his black tuxedo, smoothing out the wrinkles within the expensive thread. Slowly he made his way up the stairs taking his place behind the podium. Glaring into the sea of faces, Isaiah stood frozen with fear. The speech he had prepared the night before disappeared into the folds of his brain. Nervously, he tried remembering the first few lines of his speech. Blank bombs detonated within his brain cavity as he stood there speechless.

I had a speech written out, but I forgot what I wrote, he said. Guess I’m nervous and shit. Sorry, God I ain’t mean to curse or anything like that, he chuckled awkwardly. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, Isaiah calmed his jittery nerves, so he could speak.

Many of you gather here to mourn loss of Leilani Vasquez. I stand before you today grateful that my little sister was able to gain this much support. Leilani never really had much of a family, but to have this many people in attendance tonight mourning the loss of such an extraordinary person is heartwarming.

Isaiah’s sweet words were laced with emotion as he began to break down. His cracking voice came from the speaker system, filling the enormous church. Don desperately needed to divert his emotions into something other than crying. Come on Donnato Venturi, you have hundreds of people watching you; you need to remain strong, he coached himself. Those influential words did nothing for the guilt that ate away at his heart. There was a huge internal fight with himself while he sat in the pew slowly breaking down. I never got to tell her the truth. Don harbored a secret from Leilani that he just didn’t know how to tell her. He feared how she would react after learning about the backstory to her past. It was no secret that Don had lost his daughter due to a house fire. But what the world didn’t know was that Don was well aware that his daughter, Donatella Venturi, never died the night of the fire. Instead she was brought to New York and raised by Elena’s jealous sister Roselyn under the new name Leilani Vasquez.

Sweat protruded from his open pores with his body temperature fluctuating. His stomach turned as his secret began tormenting him. I should have told her when I first found out. The pressure from his truth became unbearable. The space within the enormous church grew tighter, causing Don’s breathing to become labored. Filled with guilt, Don stood up from the pew excusing himself. Exiting the church, he walked far away from the funeral until the tight sensation in his chest eased a little. Bracing his back against the wall, his eyes stared up at the grey clouds in an attempt to prevent his tears from falling. Closing his eyelids, the memories from the first time he discovered Leilani came rushing back to him.

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19 years earlier

10:04 a.m.

Knock, knock, knock

The rapid movement against the wooden door broke his concentration from his computer screen. Who the fuck could that be? Intrigued by the identity of the unexpected visitor Don granted the person access into his office space. The wooden door slowly opened as one of Don’s newest workers entered the room.

Isaiah, he greeted. How can I help you?

The young thug walked into the private space quietly. Taking in his appearance, Don chuckled lightly. Is this the new style? This shit is horrible. Isaiah’s tall and lanky frame was decorated with baggy clothing. The combination of the thug attire along with his innocent looks drove all the woman in the streets crazy. Don on the other hand was not impressed by his fashion style. He looks like a fucking fool. Despite the young man’s unique fashion sense, Don took a liking to the young man. He didn’t know why, but Isaiah reminded Don of himself when he was younger. The ambition that beamed from Isaiah’s dark eyes resembled Don’s when he too was a young thug in the street. I have faith in this boy; he’s gonna be great.

Julio told me that you wanted to see me, Isaiah said as he took a seat in the chair that faced the wooden desk.

Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me, Don replied. Opening the bottom drawer to his desk, he retrieved a file folder with the name ‘Legrand’ plastered all over the cover. I am assigning you to a case.

What do I need to do?

Let me give you the basics. The target’s name is Rocco Legrand who goes by the street name Rocky. He’s one of my workers but I suspect that he’s stealing from me, taking product. He’s watering it down and slapping a pricey price tag on it. He’s ruining the reputation that I worked tirelessly to build.

Do you want me to kill him?

What, are you stupid? Don asked as he stared at Isaiah.

What?

Why the fuck would you say that out loud? Were you dropped on the head as a baby? Did you not fucking read the ‘Gangbanging Manual’? Don stared at the young man as if he had two heads. Isaiah was talking recklessly, similar to how an informant would if they were trying to catch their boss slipping. Knowing that the young man wasn’t a rat, Don opted out in killing him. Don’t say shit to people that could incriminate you. You never know when someone is taping you.

My fault.

Anyways, Don continued. I need you to basically go in and tell me if he’s doing what I think he’s doing. If you catch him you can— Using his thumb, he demonstrated cutting his throat. If not, we are good to go.

Aight that doesn’t sound too complicated. When do you want me to start?

Right now. Get your ass over there. I want to get this over with.

Standing up from the chair Isaiah thanked his boss for the opportunity of proving his worth. Isaiah knew that if he was capable of doing the mission then he would be rewarded with a level up in his rank. Eager to please Don, Isaiah left with no objections.

He got this, Don said to himself. He won’t disappoint.

Chapter Two

10:45 p.m.

Cigarette smoke surrounded the vicinity as the sound of cue balls smacking against each other rang in the air. Liquor flowed freely through the group of men who played a competitive game of pool. Their masculine voices bellowed from deep within their diaphragm as they argued about the opposite player cheating.

I don’t give a fuck you sweaty bastard; you cheated, Don Cheadle yelled out loud.

No, I didn’t. I played the game fair and fucking square, his opponent replied.

Don leaned his frame against the pool table, observing the heated disagreement before him. This is good entertainment. Pulling the cigar up to his lips, he took a puff of his Cuban.

You guys do know that this is just a game, Don interrupted. It isn’t serious.

Both men ignored Don, continuing to bicker over the game. No longer amused by the men’s competitive traits, Don walked away from the scene. They are both ignorant, he thought while he made his way over to the bar. Ordering his favorite drink, he sat there fiddling with his nails, patiently waiting for his order. Looking up, his eyes glanced into the mirror, catching the attention of the newcomer that entered the pool hall. Standing in the door frame, Isaiah squinted his eyes in an attempt to confirm that he was glaring at his boss through the mirror. Seeing that it was indeed Don, Isaiah made his way over to his boss.

What’s up?

Nothing, you got the information that I need? Don questioned, getting straight to the point.

Of course, he replied, handing Don a small, thick envelope.

What’s this?

Just look through it.

Opening the thick envelope, Don was surprised to see a stack of photos. Flipping through the pictures, Don was flawed by Rocky’s blatant disrespect. This piece of shit is broadcasting his disrespect. Slowly, he flipped through the pictures feeling his temperature rising. Obscene thoughts invaded Don’s mind as he thought of the many ways he could kill Rocky.

I want his fucking head on a platter, Don said. Amped with rage he prepped his mouth to spew foul words but was stopped when his eyes saw a particular photo. What the fuck? He stared at the photo, shocked to see the familiar face. Could it be? Sparks in his brain desperately tried its hand at connecting the dots to produce an answer.

You ok? Isaiah questioned, noticing the sudden change in Don’s demeanor.

The woman and little girl, who are they?

The woman is Rocky’s girlfriend. I think her name was Rose or something. The little girl is her daughter.

What were they doing in a drug house?

I don’t know. Rocky brought them in.

Do you know what the little girl’s name is?

They just kept calling her Lei, Isaiah responded truthfully.

Glaring down at the photo, he kept his eyes fixated on the woman. He hadn’t seen her in twelve years but she hadn’t changed since the last time he saw her. The jealousy and pain was still evident in her dark brown eyes. For a brief moment in his past, Roselyn and Don indulged in a sexual relationship. Don used her for what was between her legs, while Roselyn confused the fling for the real deal. When Don broke things off with her and decided to go after her sister, Roselyn was so distraught that years after their break up she still carried around the pain. The once vibrant appearance she possessed was tarnished by her bitterness.

Staring at the picture, Don didn’t care for his ex-girlfriend/sister-in-law. Instead, the little girl captured his attention. Could it be? he questioned himself. His stomach turned, influencing his confused thoughts. Donatella? Analyzing the print, he took in the little girl’s appearance. Her eyes were grey, not as vibrant as he’d expected. They were pale, as if someone had taken a straw and sucked the life out of her. The color reminded him of dirty New York snow, that you’d wish would melt away.

Why are you so intrigued by the two? Isaiah questioned. Sitting in the bar chair, Isaiah was baffled about Don’s concern with the woman and her little girl. This case is about Rocky, not no gold digger and her golden nugget.

I am going to tell you something, but you must not repeat this to anyone. You say anything I will slit your fucking throat and have my pit bulls eat you for breakfast, Don said sternly. His words were full of passion, informing Isaiah that Don was serious about his threat. He hadn’t told anyone about what he discovered and didn’t plan on telling anyone about it. Until tonight.

Aight, you got it, Isaiah responded with his hands up in surrender.

Sitting the picture on the bar counter, Don looked up to face Isaiah. He didn’t understand it, but Don felt so comfortable around the young thug. He knew that Isaiah had a good heart along with a mentality where he had no problem taking a life. That’s what Don needed on his team, a ruthless killer. Thinking back, Don wondered if he was doing the right thing by enlightening Isaiah into his past. Dwelling on the topic at hand for too long would result in Don second guessing Isaiah. So far, he’s shown me that he isn’t a bad guy. Let’s see how he does with this information.

I was married to a beautiful young woman, he began. "We had a daughter a little after our marriage. We named her Donatella Venturi; she was the prettiest thing that I had ever seen. Once she was born, it was like a switch went off in me. I no longer stayed out late, nor did I spend my weekends on the streets. I was always home with my family spending time with them. One night, my wife’s sister Roselyn persuaded us to go out as we hadn’t had a night out since our daughter was born. Taking her advice, me and my wife Elena spent