The Real Dopeboyz of Atlanta: The Real Dopeboyz of Atlanta

By Myss Shan

The Shakur Brothers, Ahmeen, Ge'Loni, and De'Moni have been waiting for the day their father the great Tobias Kilos Shakur to pass them the torch and the time has finally come. Always viewed as the underdog to his rival, Kilos' world seems to be looking up when his youngest son Ahmeen develops a deadly, but popular formula of heroin that is sure to have them claiming the throne to the Atlanta streets. 

Ahmeen, a true street pharmacist and hustla has the secret formula that not even he will give to his family. All he knows is that overnight, the Shakur brothers is on top of the world with their rival—the King family now at their feet like they've always been to them. The success doesn't seem to get to Ahmeen's head like it seems to do to his brother De'Moni. He remains stoic, humble, and in true boss form. Not even the plenty of women that throw themselves at him can knock him off his square that is until he meets the King's family twin daughter Poetic and inevitably fall in love with her. Like forbidden fruit, Ahmeen is unable to resist the innocent, and beautiful Poetic King. The more everything tells him to stay away, the more he seems to want her. When death is right at his front door, and enemies at his neck for the formula he has created, will he see Poetic has someone in his corner or just another person trying to take him down?  Poetic King, daughter of the infamous Noie King, has pretty much had everything handed to her on a silver platter. Although spoiled by her family, Poetic is far from naive. With their entire family deep in the game, Poetic knew early on what it meant to have money, power, and influence. She and her twin sister Lyric have always been close, but one deadly night with their little sister Melody being left dead, Poetic feels she can't trust anyone. Lashing out, running away is just the start of Poetic's new identity, but once she runs into Ahmeen, one person she is forbidden to talk to, Poetic becomes someone that no one knows. Love is on the brink of her heart, and nothing will stop her from being with her new boo—or will it?

Emmanuel "Maino" King and his two younger brothers Chuck, and Tyree has always been next up under their father Noie King. With a new product on the market that is threatening to eliminate the King family from the heroin game, Maino and his brothers must do something to reclaim their throne. 

Maino is rude, cocky handsome, sexy and let's not forget paid. Originally known as the enforcer of the family, when his father comes to him to let him know that their legacy is at risk, Maino is faced with stepping into the game and  becoming something he never thought he would, but quickly realizes how good he is —a dopeboy. His new status in the game, pushes him to become very personal with their plug Javier Feuntes' daughter Eve Feuntes. What was supposed to be business, quickly because a passionate filled affair that neither of them can afford for anyone to find out. After all, Eve's father will kill Maino and his whole family while Maino's long time girlfriend and mother of their one year old daughters will kill him. De'Moni Moni Shakur, the oldest Shakur brother has always been the mess up—the black sheep of the family. He's always been determined to make his parents proud, and when his little brother Ahmeen steps in and does so before him, Moni is not too sure how to feel about it. Happy for his family's success, Moni does his best to be to cope with his failures, but he isn't able to get over the fact that he wasn't the one to bring the trophy home. His reckless acts and envious feelings get him caught up in a situation to where he must choose himself or his family. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shan
• Release date: May 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393868897

Myss Shan

Shan, born in Louisiana but raised in Dallas, Texas is a 33 year old mother, national bestselling author, and co-owner to one of the top African American Independent Publishing companies, Shan Presents.  She found the love of writing in elementary school when she picked up a journal and started writing stories to hide the pain she felt from her family life. Writing had become an everyday thing for her and she quickly found that it was what she was born to do.  In 2011, she finally got the nerve to publish her first book giving the readers a hot urban fiction drama named Rozalyn that instantly became a bestseller.  In 2012, Shan signed on with SBR Publications, becoming the first lady of what had become one of the biggest publishing companies in the African American Literature. She released her first book with SBR titled Hated by Many, Loved by None and went on to sale thousands of copies that led her to being ranked 164 in the world. For that same title, Shan earned the award of Urban Fiction Book of the Year from AAMBC, and has since then published many more titles with SBR publications.  Shan has so much more in store for readers and also plans to crossover into children's books, acting and directing movies. She is working on her first movie that is derived from her bestselling novel Hated By Many, loved by None. Through her movies, and through others she is now be able to live out her dream of acting. 

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Prologue

Poetic

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Uh, what you heard nigga?

Nah, fuck what you heard

I keep two lil goonies on the lurk

My bitch gotta cool lil twenty in her purse

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Blunt smoke blew in the air. My feet were propped comfortably on the edge’s railing. I had the perfect view of every star that was in the sky tonight while I rested my head on a satin pillow. YFN Lucci’s track Documentary had me in a daze as a goofy smile lingered across my face. Me and my twin sister Lyric stayed out here when we wasn’t supposed to be. The 2.5-million-dollar yacht that sat on the man-made lake in the back of our 35,000 sq. foot home was where we always would sneak off to in the middle of the night when we just wanted to be free of our life. A life that was nothing of the ordinary. Being the daughters of the infamous Noie King but just King as the streets called him—was something a lot of kids our age prayed for, but was something me and my siblings wouldn’t wish on nobody.

Don’t get it twisted, I loved my daddy, and I loved the fact that he made sure that we never wanted for shit, but I wish that there had been another way. My daddy, King—was really a fucking King. He was the biggest heroin dealer in Atlanta—hell the state of Georgia—period. He told us the truth about his life, because he wanted us to know how immensely serious it could get out here in these streets—and mannnn, we had seen and been through some shit. Losing family members and close friends to death and jail bids was no longer a big deal, forcing us to become numb and chunk it off as just a necessary mishap.

Mishaps were allowed, but mistakes weren’t, which was what my daddy would always tell us. For that reason, he kept me and my family on a tight ass leash, especially me and my sisters. It was six of us total; my three older brothers Emmanuel, Chuck, Tyree, and then me, Lyric, and our baby sister Melody. We all lived under one roof, on a big ass estate that was located in Buckhead—the rich part of Atlanta that housed all the celebrities, doctors, lawyers, and let’s not forget…the Dopeboyz.

Bitch, you so muh’fuckin high you can barely keep your eyes open, my sister Lyric laughed. She stood over me, her chocolate face identical to my own. Sooooo…

I stood up and then turned to face her, catching the sleek smug she wore. Her short, curly, sandy red hair that we both had, courtesy of our mother, was glistening under the moonlight while she did her best to keep her dress down. She was up to something. She was always up to something and, when I finally stood to my feet and glared over her shoulder and saw one of her lil boy toys, Loop, I knew exactly what it was.

Don’t be looking at me like that. I haven’t had none in a week, and you know how I get when I don’t get any dick. She shook her head, and I crossed my arms over my chest and eyed her.

What happened to us chilling? You said you was going to the restroom and you pop back up with him? The jealousy in my tone was evident. I brushed hair from my face and pouted. Go ahead, Lyric. Remember if I call you and hang up after two rings, then get your ass back up here. I know it won’t be long before Quavo wakes his ass up and see us out here.

Thank you sister! But wait…please don’t let Quavo come over here. Please? she begged, with raised brows, and I nodded as if I didn’t already know that.

Okay…I told you, I got you, I assured her, and she kissed my cheek before walking away.

I went back to where I had been sitting at and continued to look over the railing at the water. The air was starting to get a little cool and I hoped that Lyric didn’t have her ass down in the bay of the boat for long. She was always getting me to cover for her, and I didn’t mind, but I knew if our daddy or even our brothers knew what she was up to and how I had helped her, we would both be dead.

The moment I leaned over to grab the blunt that I had been smoking on from the ashtray, I heard footsteps behind me. My heart dropped, and I was too scared to even turn around to see who it was, but when I heard light giggles followed by the popping of bubble gum, I felt relieved.

Girl…you gon’ stop sneaking up on me like that, I turned to find my little sister Melody with a big, giddy grin on her face.

Nope, I knew I was gonna catch you heifers doing something. Let me hit it or I’m telling, Melody threatened, and I rolled my eyes at her.

No…go tell. Daddy knows I smoke, I lied and she shook her head.

Bitch, no he does not. Let’s go tell him and see, Melody turned, and I rushed to grab her arm.

You know what? This the last time you threaten me. I’mma find me a new hideout, I told her, after lighting the tip of the weed. She laughed while I took in a deep pull before handing the blunt over to her. One time, Melody, shit.

One time…ohhhh okay, Melody sassed, and then took a long, deep pull from the smoke. She started to cough uncontrollably, and I laughed at her, feeling like that was what she get. Shoot, sis, why you ain’t tell me it was that strong?

Give me my shit, I laughed and snatched my weed from her hand.

I walked back over to the railing, and Melody came and stood next to me. She was my baby. She was only fourteen years old while Lyric and I were eighteen. Melody had it better than everyone. She was spoiled by all of us and got away with so much, but I had to admit that she was a good kid. She had the most beautiful voice and could blow her ass off. My mama said she knew that when Melody first came out the womb that she could sing. Melody had cried so loud and being our mama loved music, that was where her name had come from. Hell, really how we all had gotten our names.

Where is Lyric? Melody asked me and at that exact moment we heard arguing from behind us.

Melody and I both turned at the same time wondering what was going on. I rushed to where the commotion was and my eyes bucked when I saw Loop, Quavo, and a man wearing a mask fighting over a gun. Lyric stood in the doorway, topless, and when she spotted Melody standing behind me, her eyes grew big with surprise.

What is she doing out here! What is she doing here? Move out the way! Lyric yelled, but my feet felt like they were glued to the boat.

POW!

The shot that went off echoed in the night, and it seemed like everyone was frozen as we all waited to see who had been hit. Finally, I got the courage to back away and shielded Melody in the process. It had been Loop. Blood spilled from his mouth before he fell sideways and hit the floor of the boat. Tears spilled down my eyes and when Quavo rushed towards the dude holding the gun, my hands covered my mouth fearing he would be next.

Oh, my God! Loop! Lyric cried while dropping down right next to him. My heart broke for her knowing that he was dead.

I continued to slowly back away, making sure that I kept Melody behind me. I didn’t even know how this nigga had even gotten out here. Our estate was heavily secured with large steel gates all around it. In order to come through the entrance, you had to have a code or be let in by one of the security guards. My daddy didn’t play no shit and put in a lot of money to ensure nothing like this happened. Shit always went down in the streets but this was the first time anything had taken place at our house.

Get back! Get back! I screamed at Melody, once Quavo had slipped and hit the deck.

POW!

The gunman fired one shot into Quavo’s chest and then looked directly at me. My eyes were wide with fear as I felt like my heart had entered my throat and caused me not to able to breathe. I reached behind me, trying to make sure that no matter what, Melody was good. I would die if something happened to my baby. Backing away until we no longer could, I almost lost my mind when Melody ran from around me and tried to get away.

POW!

Meloddddddyyyyyyy! I screamed when her body jilted backwards and my baby girl turned around towards me. She looked at me and every bit of innocence that was her, was now gone. Melodddyyy! Noooo!

The tiny hole that appeared in the center of her forehead caused all the fluids in my body to come out of me. I didn’t even care about the urine that ran down my legs as I reached out to grab Melody. Soon as I wrapped my arms around her, she fell into them and I dropped down to the floor of the boat with her. Her eyes rolled behind her head, and I had never felt so much hurt in my life.

I glared up only momentarily to see the gunman run off and Lyric slowly coming towards us. Her zombie like eyes narrowed in on Melody before she dropped to where we were and cried hysterically. We both sat there unsure of what to do. We knew that our baby sister was no longer with us, and that there was nothing we could do for her.

I saw him! I saw his face. It was one of those Shakur brothers… Lyric cried, and I stared at her, my forehead wrinkled in confusion. I was wondering how she knew that when he was wearing a mask over his face. When he and Quavo were fighting, he raised his mask a little and I saw those tattoos. The light skinned one—the one we always say looks like a crazy looking Dave East.

De’Moni? I questioned her and she nodded.

Yes, De’Moni Shakur killed our sister. It was him.

If that’s true sis… they have just started another war, I told her and at that moment, we could hear sirens in the distance.

We both knew that after this, nothing would ever be the same.

1

Ahmeen

3 Months Later…

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Iain't asked nan nigga for nuthin', I took the harder way

12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away

Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway

Young Penny Hardaway

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Nigga, don’t you ever in your muh’fuckin’ life approach me ‘bout no hoe, I spat, right before I turned the doorknob to the house that I stood in front of.

The moment I stepped foot into the party, it seemed like all eyes were on me. The blunt smoke that flowed through the air was thick. The tiny house was filled with just about everyone from the neighborhood, and those that couldn’t fit were outside turning up just as much on the front lawn. It was the middle of the summer and the banga Hardaway by Derez De’Shon blasted through the speakers while everybody rapped along and bobbed their heads.

What’s good? I said, dapping it up with a few familiar faces.

The summer heat made it thick as hell in the small space, so I removed my rag from my jeans and wiped the sweat that had quickly formed on my head. Sighing, I looked around the room before narrowing in on the broad that I had come in here looking for. Her ghetto ass stood with her back leaned against the wall while holding on to a Bud Light and a cigarette. Her loud, green hair seemed to glow under the darkness of the room, causing me to shake my head as I took quick strides in her direction. The moment she saw me, she smirked before taking a pull off the square and blowing smoke in the face of the nigga that was all up in her grill.

Where the fuck is Kiani? I barked, causing her to roll her eyes and look away from me. Aye, Melissa don’t fuckin’ play with me. Where the fuck is she?

Nigga, do I look like her baby-sitter? I don’t know, Melissa spat, before taking another pull from her cigarette.

I grabbed a handful of the weave and practically picked Melissa’s body up like it was nothing. She dangled in the air, and I grimaced at her, hoping that the broad got her mind right before I slung her ass across the room. She squirmed a little and almost slipped out of my hand, but I gripped her tighter feeling her hair being ripped from her scalp.

Aye, bro, put her down man! the dude that had been with her said.

He reached for my arm, and I dropped Melissa’s tiny ass and turned around and knocked the fuck outta of him. The entire party had grown silent and, at this point, I knew that anybody that hadn’t been watching me before, now was.

I kicked the nigga in his side and, out of the corner of my eye, spotted Melissa trying to run. My long arm reached out and grabbed her hair again. I snatched her back causing her head to snap backwards and her to fall onto the floor. I stood over her and she looked up at me with nothing but fear in her eyes. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

I’mma ask your dumb ass one more time. Where the fuck is Kiani? I questioned, then sucked my teeth when her eyes pointed towards the back of the house.

She’s in…in the bathroom, Melissa stuttered, and I nodded and stormed off in that direction.

I could hear female voices the closer I got to the bathroom and one I immediately recognized as being Kiani. Turning the knob of the door, it didn’t budge, so I used my shoulder to pop it open. Just as the light shone from inside of the bathroom and onto me, Kiani’s beady eyes met with mine. She quickly stood to her feet dropping the mirror that had been in her lap onto the floor and causing it to crack. A powdered substance decorated her face and the sight of it caused me to lose my shit.

The fuck? I questioned, before snatching Kiani out of the bathroom and through the thick party.

Within seconds, we were outside, and I wanted so bad to get in Kiani’s shit, but I knew that would only make me look worse than she already had. Instead, I popped the locks on my souped up Gran Turismo and pushed her towards the car so that she could get inside. She crossed her arms over her chest and stood there looking dumb as fuck.

Get your muh’fuckin’ ass in the car, I roared, seeing she really wanted to try a nigga.

I ain’t going nowhere with you, Meen! she screamed, and I rushed back to where she was standing and got in her face.

I hiked my pants up a couple of inches then looked around. My eyes narrowed in on all the commotion that was going on around me. Everyone was waiting and watching to see what I was going to do. The block was hot as shit, which meant that everybody that was somebody was around the way. Atlanta was hotboy territory. You was either a hustla or a rapper and I chose to get mine out the mud.

Most would say that my family was legendary in these streets, all because of my daddy Tobias Kilos Shakur. If you heard the name Shakur, you either thought about Tupac or the little black family that had come up in the late 80s off that heroin. My family had always had a bag, but I was the type that would never let another man’s success determine mine. What my daddy made, didn’t make shit, which was why I chose to get out here and hustle for my own.

My name’s Ahmeen Shakur, but everyone calls me Meen. The name was perfect because I was a ruthless ass, cocky ass, mean ass nigga, and I had every right to be. Too many had tried me, and all had failed. Too many times I had to knock a nigga out or bust my guns just to prove that I was not to be fucked with. I didn’t give a damn what my daddy did, or anyone before me. I was me and messing with me wasn’t wise. Wise men knew that, and I thought shawty standing here before me knew that too.

So you wanna put on a fuckin’ show, huh? You lit as fuck I see, I said, gritting down with every word that I spoke.

I was enjoying myself. I didn’t need you to come acting like you was my damn daddy. Damn! I just spent the last six months of my life at school, stressed the fuck out and shit! Can I live a little? Kiani stupidly asked. I looked down into her golden skin and piercing hazel eyes and didn’t see shit there anymore. Baby girl was gone, and I was wondering at what point had I lost her.

I chuckled and shook my head. Kiani was my girlfriend. We’d been together for four years, since a nigga had been seventeen years old. We started off as best friends being her pops was my pops’ right-hand

Reviews for The Real Dopeboyz of Atlanta

[krystal · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I love this book great read had me up all night reading it lol Shan never miss all her books is good one of my favorite urban authors