Gold: Greed Only Leads to Death

By Nathaniel L.R Thompson

Justin an up and coming rap artist from around the way learns of his true hunger for success. After meeting Ms. Haze, he learns to accept nothing less than a life of luxury. Seduced by her charm, lifestyle and sex appeal he fails to ask himself who he was really dealing with. Caught in a twisted web of hidden secrets with her past Carmen knowing

• Language: English
• Publisher: Palmetto Publishing
• Release date: Jan 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9781649902986

Nathaniel L.R Thompson

Author Nathaniel L Thompson was born and raised in Atlantic City Jersey. Nathaniel is a loving father of two beautiful daughters and married to his best friend and biggest supporter. He is a talented known artist with some of his finest handwritten drawings presented on fineArtAmerica. He was the top artist for Mile high Entertainment, and is a phenomenal quote and novelist now presenting one of many more books to come. He has persevered through the challenges of life to become a better citizen in today society and has persistently aimed to be a better example for today's youth. Which in return he has written GOLD to create a monumental movement to provide help to those who have had the similar experiences become equipped with the mind-set to succeed no matter their background. Least I am a broken mirror, but a reflection of what has come to pass for perfection is only reserved for God. Whom are we to weight the error of man? I plead the mercy of not being, breathing, bleeding and bowing such as I. I only seek compassion and understanding from those who have decided to travel this unknown road beside me baring the scare of the brush and not dwelling on my falls and stumbles. Thus, we are monsters among men, pioneers, and trail blazers whom chose to be dangerous for safety hath no growth. For we are not like them we lead them. Using thine envy to polish our weapons and thine hate to wash down our breakfast. Stain their memories and polish their hearts for doubt does not befall the confidence of Champions. - Nathaniel L.R Thompson

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CHAPTER 1

WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER

The club was jammed packed, music was quaking through the speakers, and women from all over Atlantic City were dressed to impress. Fabulous the celebrity was scheduled to make an appearance at the pool club Harrah’s, and tonight, every baller, poser, gangsta, and street hustler came out to stunt and enjoy themselves. Cam, a 23-year-old dope boy, was raised in the Stanley Homes projects and lived with his mother, Mrs. Chris, growing up. Cam kept a tight circle, which consisted of his two childhood friends Moo and Justin. Cam stood at 5 foot 10, about 180 lbs, brown skin, light brown eyes, and good hair—all the women loved his hair. Cam wears long braids always braided down to the side of his head. Cam was standing with his crew at a craps table.

Winner number 9 pay the line take the don’t! The stick man yelled as he swiped the two-red dice from the end of the table. Moo was on fire; he’d been hitting numbers back to back. It was his fifth time in a row he rolled a winning play. Moo was high yellow, about 5 foot 7, and wore 150 lbs, with long hair braided down the side of his head tucked under a True Religion baseball cap. Yo bruh, How much you wanna bet I bring this six back the hard way? Moo said to Justin while he shook the dice in his hand. Justin was the tallest yet the youngest at 6 foot 3, 215 lbs, and skin black as coal. Justin had a chipped tooth, which he had gotten from a dirt bike accident, but that didn’t stop the ladies. Aye, bruh, put this on the hard six, Justin said, as he dropped three hundred dollars on the velvet table. The cashier quickly swiped the three large bills up before Justin had the chance to change his mind. Hold up, Bruh, Cam said, trying to place a bet before his friend could throw the dice, but it was too late. Moo had thrown the dice against the other side of the table and watched as they jumped around like jumping beans. The hot streak Moo was on had attracted a crowd who stood around waiting to see his fate. Complete silence hovered over the crap table. Hard six! Six the hard way! Thirty-three honeybee! The stick man yelled as the cashier reluctantly paired the young group. Damn bruh, I’m about to be lit tonight. What are we getting into?" Justin said while stuffing his chips inside his cargo pants.

The three of them started to walk to the cashier’s cage to cash out. Cam was fishing his winnings out of his pockets when he felt Moo tap him on the arm. Yo, look, bro, she bad. Cam was hunched over and reaching deep into his pocket when he had finally looked up. In came strutting like two supermodels on the catwalk were two of the most arguably beautiful women he had ever seen headed straight towards the pool club. Damn, bruh! Shorty fucking it up! Cam said while placing his chips on the counter for the cashier. Yo, my nigga these bitches poppin’ or what bruh! I’m about to find me a tippa and flex, Justin said as he eyed the casino floor, searching for a potential victim while he waited for his winnings. The Cashier paid Cam, and the three of them split the money. Justin was thumbing thru his stack of cash already. Yo, my nigga don’t blow that shit! Cam warned his boy, and just like that, Justin was gone like a fish in water. Aye yo, let’s go to the pool and see what’s popping? Moo said. They walked through the corridor towards the club. Justin found his way back to the crap table, where he placed two thousand in cash down. Color! the cashier yelled. Who’s on the dice? Justin shouted while placing his bet. The stick man pointed to a pretty brown skin woman standing two people down from him. The lady has the dice and our hearts, sir. The stick man said. He was a tall white guy in his mid-20’s and his name tag read Sterling. He threw a twenty-dollar chip in. That’s for the dealers, the white guy said. Justin wasn’t the only guy eyeing the beautiful woman with the dice. Suddenly he felt a slight brush against his shoulder. Justin looked away just as she began to roll the dice. A Spanish cocktail waitress was giving him the most flirtatious look ever. Excuse me, sir, she smiled, but Justin’s attention pulled away when the crowded table erupted in unison, cheering. Yeah! Winner! Winner! Chicken dinner! the stick man yelled. No longer focused on the game, Justin secured his winnings and turned his attention back towards the Spanish cocktail waitress. Yes, you sure can get me something. He stated as he looked for her name tag. Pricilla, is that how you say it? The cocktail waitress had the most electrifying blue eyes he’d ever seen. SI, that’s right, Mr., Pricilla said, waiting for a name. J, everyone calls me J, Ma, Justin said with a smile. So, what are we having, J? Pricilla asked while preparing to take his order. A Double shot of Henny and a bottle of water, Justin said. Priscilla wrote down his order. Okay, I’ll be back in a few minutes with your drink, she said as she took him all in. Justin looked her over from head to toe as well. I’ll be waiting, Ma, he said, then watched her walk away. The crowd cheered, drawing his attention back to the crap table. What I miss? What happened? Justin asked as he watched the cashier payout. Well, while you were over there playing Mr. Mac Daddy, you missed my roll. The pretty brown skin woman remarked. Damn, usually they call me Daddy after sex. Justin cunningly replied. The tables patrons got quiet, waiting for the exchange to escalate. Awe, I’m surprised they even call afterward with those weak lines, and besides, money makes me cum. The brown-skinned woman fired back. The men at the table went crazy, as some women snarled in disagreement. No longer waiting to hear what Justin had to come back with, she rolled the dice, and a seven showed. This is just fourplay, she said and winked at Justin. Justin didn’t even try to reply. His rebuttal was long overdue. Hennessey and a water for Mr. J.

Pricilla said with her strong Spanish accent. Justin turned around and took his drink from Pricilla. She handed him a napkin with her cellphone number on it. Don’t lose it, J Priscilla said, as she walked off. Justin stood watching Priscilla’s 5 foot 4 frame maneuver through the crowd. She had curves like a racetrack. Justin thought to himself as he threw the double shot of Henny back. Justin then turned back into the craps game. Forty- five minutes had passed, and things were starting to die down. Justin couldn’t help but notice a white guy looking at him. Justin proceeded to pick up his chips and head for the bar. The brown-skinned woman entered the bar briefly soon after Justin did. The white guy not far behind had stopped at the door and engaged in a conversation with security. Justin was now counting his money while waiting on the bartender to accommodate his thirst. He then felt a tap on his shoulder. Justin quickly turned around, ready to defend himself if he needed to. To his surprise, the brown-skinned woman from the craps table was standing right in front of him. Damn ma, what’s up with you? Justin said as he put his money in his pocket. Hi, my name is Carmen, and yours? she said while extending her hand for a formal greeting. I’m Justin, but everybody calls me J, Justin said while shaking her hand. Well, can I join you? Carmen said. Shit, I don’t mind at all, baby girl, Justin said, pulling out a stool for Carmen. Carmen climbed her nice round ass up on the barstool. So, what’s good? Justin said, looking at her luscious thighs spill out of her dress. Carmen being a confident woman, knew she’d caught his eye. I’m a little confused, Carmen said, turning her stool to face Justin. Confused about what? Justin said. How is it I practically got to run down on you to get some verses? shocked at her statement, Justin replied, Verses? Yeah, you know some rap, convo, lines, bars, Carmen said, half smiling. The bartender interrupted them— What can I get you guys?. I’ll have a Corona and, before Justin could finish, Carmen chimed in. A bottle of Dom, addressing two, and his Corona, you can charge it to my room, Haze. Carmen slid her room key to the bartender. Damn, who the fuck is you? Big bottles of Dom addressing two? And a suite the fuck does that even mean? Justin asked, a little offended and confused. Boy, go ahead. she waved him off. I’m me, and you’re you. Just two strangers getting to know each other. We’re gonna drink this champagne, Carmen said. So, the two of them sat and talked for a while. As soon as they finished the bottle of champagne, Carmen invited Justin to her room.

CHAPTER 2

THE POOL

Cam and Moo walked inside past the club security and headed straight for the bar to order drinks. The DJ had the club lit, and it wasn’t even midnight. All the bottle service waitresses had on one-piece gold bathing suits. The club had another bar by the pool and jacuzzi with a VIP area sign. The Palm tree’s had special lighting that changed colors to the bass of the music. In the air was a mixture of cigar smoke, hookah, and perfume. Top ballers, players, dealers, and gang members were in line with the VIP area. Moo stood next to Cam with their backs to the bar. Yo, there go shorty right there, Moo said, pointing with his glass. Cam looked in the direction his boy was pointing. I’ve gotta chop at shorty, let’s buy them bitches a bottle, Cam said while waving down a hostess. Cam ordered a bottle of Belaire and sent it over to the two girls. The bottle server delivered the champagne bottle and pointed at Cam and Moo, who waved nonchalantly as the girls accepted the bottle. The girls then asked the server to ask Cam and Moo to join. The server looking annoyed and just waved, motioning for them to come over. Moo and Cam made their way over to the table. What’s good? Moo said as soon as he sat down. Hi, the two women said, simultaneously. What’s your name? Moo asked the two. My name is Tosha, and this is Rita.

Tosha stood 5’8, without heels on, long legs, and the roundest little butt. Her body looked like God himself put her together. She had mocha brown skin, with facial features of the model K. D. Aubrey. Rita was slim, but with nice curves as well. Rita was redbone with smokey grey eyes. I like those sneakers, Rita said, referring to Moo’s Prada’s. Yeah, well, you know niggas be trying, Moo replied arrogantly. Rita laughed at him. The four of them sat and had drinks while listening to music. Tosha was ready to go around 4:30 am. Not wanting the night to end so soon, Cam and Moo decided to walk them to the valet. Where are you two staying the rest of the night or morning? Cam asked, not wanting to let Tosha out of his sight. Oh no, I stay offshore. I have to get some sleep because I have work tomorrow night or tonight, Tosha said, half laughing. Cam pulled Tosha closer. If you were my girl, you wouldn’t have to work. Tosha smiled even though that line was cheesy. Where do you work anyway? Cam asked.

I work at Scores Gentlemen’s Club, Tosha replied. Tosha was so secure in her career choice, and she could care less of what any one of them thought. Cam had no choice but to respect it. The valet pulled up in Gisso SEW. It was matte pink with white Forgiato 22 spokes. Yo, Tosh, can I get your number or something? Cam said while checking out her ride. Tosha climbed in her SEW and rolled the window down. No, but you can Snapchat me @hennaleve, Tosha said, before turning her music up. Doing it well by LL cool J echoed off the walls and filled the air threw out the valet. Cam looked at Moo, Yo, bruh shorty winning my nigga Cam said. Yeah, where do you think Justin ugly ass at? Moo said while lighting up a cigarette. I don’t know, but I’m hungry as fuck; text that nigga and see if he wants something from Wingcraft," Cam said. Cam walked over to the valet and gave him his ticket. Minutes later, Cam’s Acura was pulling up.

Cam and Moo drove over to the Tanger outlets. They walked around the strip mall to Wingcraft. As they approached the front door, Moo looked at his phone. Yo, look at ya boy, Moo stated while showing Cam his Instagram. Cam couldn’t believe his eyes; he’d just witnessed Justin post a video of him and Carmen relaxing in a luxurious penthouse suite. Carmen was in a sexy lace panty and bra set with a chinchilla full-length fur coat. Stacks of cash were all over the floor and sofa next to where they were standing. Lil brah winning my nigga, who’s the bitch he with? Moo asked. This nigga done struck gold hope shorty got a sister, Moo stated while opening the door and walking inside the restaurant.

CHAPTER 3

HOW TO STUNT

Justin woke up to hear voices in the other room. Justin got up and began to put his clothes on. From there, he walked into space where he heard the voices. As Justin walked into the room, he noticed a familiar face. The face belonged to the same white guy that had been lingering around all night. What’s good, man? Who is this? Why is he here? Justin said, half confused. J, meet Martin, my private security, Carmen said while re-knotting her Versace robe. J, are you hungry, or do you have somewhere to be? Carmen said. No rush to respond, Justin walked back