Dope Dealer: The Power of the Streets

By Allante D. Floyd

For Fattz & Mallie, Expanding Their Lucrative Drug Trade Wasn't The Hard Part. If You Bought Dope In Philly, There Was A 95% Chance That It Came From Them. With Mallie's "Shoot First, Ask Questions Later" Antics And Fattz' Entrepreneurial Skills And Calculated Thought Process, They Balanced Each Other Out. It Isn't Long Before Fattz Realizes

• Language: English
• Publisher: Allante D. Floyd
• Release date: Apr 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9780578888880

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1

Robert Ingram, known throughout the city of Philly as Fattz, had just left Shyne Jewelers on South street. Joe the Jeweler sent him a text early that morning informing him that his Patek Philippe had just come in and was ready for pick up. After making sure the fit was right, he gave Joe $90,000 cash and they shook hands. With one more stop to make before he could conclude business for the day, he unlocked his Audi R8. Checking his surroundings before getting in the driver's seat, he pulled out his iPhone and sent a text to G-Money.

After Fattz informed G-Money that he was on his way, he headed towards I-95. While driving, he checked the Waze app on his phone to ensure that there were no state police in his vicinity. When he saw the coast was clear, he smiled, switched gears and gently floored his foreign make, nearing 130 mph. He treated the expressway like his own personal playground and rarely obeyed traffic laws. Maneuvering between cars like a professional, complete with near misses and rapid lane changing. He owned the road and no one could tell him different. He made it to G-Money’s Dealership located on the outskirts of Philly in a small town called Bristol in just under sixteen minutes. That was a new personal record and he smiled to himself.

It was a Saturday evening and G-Money was about to head home for the day. When he saw Fattz pull up, he smiled. He came out of the garage and dapped Fattz, saying Damn bro, you got here quick as shit ! showing his surprise. Come on now dawg, you know how I treat these E-ways when the law slippin.Fattz said, flashing his signature smile. Yeah, I know how you do… chuckling. Just be careful man ! G-Money said seriously.

Fattz went back to the R8 and grabbed a leather backpack from the passenger seat. As he walked back towards the garage, he tossed it to G-Money and watched as he took a look inside. Fattz had given him $210,000 cash. G-Money smiled, not because he just came up a couple of hundred grand, although that was a part of it. He was smiling because he was genuinely proud of his friend. See… This is what I’m talkin’ about. This the shit I like to see. Progression! You really came home snatchin shit. Keep leveling up bro. I’m proud of you dawg...Real Shit! G-Money said seriously. I told you I need that big body, you thought I was cappin. But this is just for now… I might have to go Wraith or Bentley GT coupe on em’ next time around ! Fattz said cooly.

He’d just paid straight cash for a brand new S600 Mercedes-Benz Maybach edition. Fattz knew that he could go to any Benz dealership in the tristate and leave a happy man but one thing about Fattz is that he’s loyal. He didn't want to make those racist white folks richer than they already were, just to have them call him a ‘Nigger’ behind his back. He’d much rather support his homie from college who’d made it on his own as an entrepreneur in car sales. G-Money’s phone rang and he looked at the phone in his hand saying Man this bitch always blowin’ me up while I’m working ! with an air of annoyance. Fattz laughed, saying You got them hoes bro… Who is it this time ? he inquired. It’s Michelle man… G-Money said while shaking his head. Let me answer this shit before she starts euro stepping to unnecessary conclusions again.

Both men laughed and G-Money stepped off to take the call. As Fattz looked at the sunset in the night sky, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Though he knew he was doing better than most men his age, he wasn’t content and knew that he was destined for more. Fattz looked over at G-Money as he spoke on the phone, having an argument with his lady and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. G-Money and Fattz had been friends since freshman year at Abrokwa University where G-Money met Michelle. The pair hit it off instantly and had been in love ever since. Before Fattz allowed himself to get lost in old memories, he glanced at his plain jane Yacht-Master II, realizing he had to fade. He and Bella had a dinner date planned and he couldn’t afford to be late. Fattz told G-Money that he’d pick the car up on Monday and they dapped before Fattz departed.

As Fattz made his way down I-95 towards his condominium in University City, all he could think about was Bella. They met over ten years ago in West Philly at the pit during a summer league basketball game. She was fine as hell and it wasn’t hard for her to stand out amongst her friends. Of course, she played hard-to-get at first but once she saw that priceless smile of his, she gave in. He was honestly only supposed to fuck her and keep it moving, but with her, he soon realized that it was deeper than just sex. He actually liked her. As they conversed and spent time with one another, he saw that she was different from the other girls her age. Although she was just a teen back then, she was ahead of her time and one could assume that she was older than she actually was. Ms. Grace, Bella’s mom took notice of her daughter’s developing body and her level of intelligence. and didn't hesitate to school her on the ways of the streets. She knew her daughter had a bright future and wanted her to be well rounded with the reality of life. She refused to have her daughter fall victim to fake ass gangstas and corny ass niggas. Fattz could see that she was book and street smart and often thought about their future together.

With Fattz being just a couple years older than Bella, they were in the puppy love stage of their relationship when the unthinkable happened. Fattz was a known menace in his neighborhood and his grandmother had enough of his shenanigans so she kicked him out of her home. Not even a week later, he was in police custody for nineteen counts of felonious retail theft. He knew they were bullshit charges and he would get out soon. The one factor that he forgot to calculate was his grandmother. When his court date came, the accusers from King of Prussia mall never showed up but his grandmother did. He knew the case would get thrown out but he didn't know what would happen next.

His grandmother stood up and told the judge how he stays out all night, hangs out with the wrong crowd, doesn’t follow her rules, skips school and smokes weed. After that, the judge looked at her and said Don’t worry mam, we’ll take him from here.. The judge continued the case and allowed his grandmother to turn him over to DHS after the court’s proceedings. Fattz looked around the courtroom and realized that his days of running wild in the streets were over. Surprisingly, that didn't bother him but the fact that he’d probably never see Bella again did. Fattz's phone rang, interrupting his thoughts of the past. Smiling when he saw Bella’s name across the screen, he answered. Wassup Beloved, I was just thinking about you. He said cooly. I hope you’re ready for tonight… Last time you had me waiting and we almost lost our reservation. He added with a chuckle. You’re always thinking about me daddy… She said seductively. But yea, I'm almost ready. I just got out of the shower and we won’t lose our reservations silly… What time do you think you’ll get here? she asked. Yea okay… I’m just stopping by my spot real quick then I’ll be over to scoop you. He said reassuringly. Alright baby.. I’ll be ready by the time you get here. I love you, blushing as she spoke. I love you too La !

Fattz got off the expressway using the 30th Street exit. With his mind clear and on point, he rolled the windows down and turned the volume up on his radio. He was listening to his favorite rapper, Philly’s own Meek Mill. He couldn't get enough of his album titled ‘Wins And Losses’. The light turned green and he proceeded westbound on Market Street then took a right on Filbert. Approaching a tall glass building, he got to his condo quicker than expected. He turned into the underground parking garage and he felt his phone vibrate. It was a text from his right-hand man, Mallie saying Same Spot, 3 a.m..

2

Fattz parked next to his coke white BMW 760Li and used his key card to gain access to the elevator. His condominium occupied the entire 16th floor which granted him a 360-degree view of the city. As soon as he got off the elevator, he was greeted with a floor to ceiling view of Center City. He approached the body of glass and took in the marvelous city view of brotherly love, though it wasn't much love in the city. He abandoned the view and walked into his bedroom, removing his FNH .40 from his hip and putting his iPhone on the charger. He got undressed and hopped in the shower. As the hot water beat down on his body, his mind was overtaken with thoughts and memories. Eager to make enough money to secure his future, he was more hungry now than ever before.

His mind traveled to his humble times in college when trappin felt like the only feasible option. Fattz grabbed a pound of reggie from his homie Nasty Na down Logan and took the Amtrak train to Lancaster. He had the campus on lock from the first day of classes. In the beginning, he had only three simple goals: Stay on top of tuition costs, Buy a car and Stay fly. He’d take the train from Lancaster to Philly twice a week to keep up with the demands of his customers. He knew that the prices he was paying could be better but he wasn’t complaining because it was easy money.

Fattz was paying $1,250 for every pound, making roughly $3,000 off of each flip. He was touching between $4,000-$6,000 a week and was content with the cash flow. By the spring semester, the market changed completely because no one was smoking reggie anymore. All of his players wanted to smoke loud pack. With the high demand for the new strand of weed, he needed to have a conversation with his homie G-Money. There was no way he could transport the work on the train anymore because the smell was too strong, so he asked G-Money to be his driver. Fattz assured him that if they were pulled over and the car was searched then he’d take the charge. They were tight and G-Money knew that Fattz's word was bond. Although G-Money was from uptown, he was a county boy at heart. He had connections all over the city from girls that were boosters to homies that could make cars disappear in chop shops. So when G-Money told Fattz about a plug he knew named Bashola, Fattz was all ears.

G-Money introduced them to one another and money began to flow with ease. Securing Bashola as his connect turned out to be the most lucrative decision he’d made so far. Not only were the prices low, he had large quantities as well. Fattz went from pounds of reggie to pounds of loud pack overnight. At the time, a pound of loud pack was $3,800 but Bashola sold them to Fattz for $2,200. With Fattz having room for a larger profit margin, he was able to lower the prices for his customers. Simply put, he was selling more pounds and seeing more money and by the end of the spring semester, he single-handedly eliminated his competition. Because they were all college kids and weed was a harmless drug, things hadn’t become violent between him and the dealers he’d put out of business. At least not yet.

Fattz emerged from the shower and dried his body. Stepping into his oversized walk-in closet, he put together an outfit for this evening’s festivities, It took him just fifteen minutes to pick out the faded blue, destroyed Balmain denim, black snake collared Gucci polo and black Christian Louboutin sneakers. After tightening the leather Goyard belt around his waist, he tucked the FNH .40 in his discreet holster and put on his gold presidential Rolex timepiece. He grabbed his phone from the charger and sent a text to Bella On the way beloved.

3

Bella’s birthday was in a few months, she’d be 27 but Fattz made sure that every time they were together it felt like her birthday. He’d randomly send bouquets of flowers to her office where she was the CEO of a graphic design and marketing company. As she slipped her freshly pedicured feet into her Saint Laurent stilettos, she couldn't help but think about how much she loved Fattz. Ever since they were kids, he worshipped the ground she walked on. He’d always go above and beyond to show her how much he loved and valued her. She got up from her bed and looked in the mirror. Satisfied with her appearance, she went over to her dresser and opened her jewelry box. She could have surely selected any one of her countless diamond necklaces but she was looking for her grandmother’s gold necklace, harboring an apple red ruby stone pendant surrounded by flawless VS1 diamonds.

After a few minutes of searching, she found it and began to put it on. As she fastened the small lock, her phone vibrated on her bed. She picked it up and read the text from Fattz saying that he was outside. Thoughts of her grandmother filled her mind as she descended the stairs from the second floor. A single tear fell from her eye once she reached her foyer. Bella missed her grandmother and all of the wisdom she bestowed upon her. She quickly dabbed her eyes and opened the front door to her mini-mansion in West Philly. When she saw Fattz sitting in the coke white Audi R8, she smiled.

As she emerged from her home, Fattz couldn't help but give her a double-take. His eyes hadn’t lied to him, that was his woman, the love of his life walking towards him. As she approached the sports car, he got out of the driver seat and walked around to the passenger side. He opened the door for her and admired the natural beauty she possessed. She donned a red Christian Dior pencil dress, black Saint Laurent stilettos, and a Chanel clutch purse. He planted a kiss on her lips before claiming her seat on the passenger side and expressed how beautiful she was. Bella had just gotten her hair done and that silky, long black hair with a middle part, complemented with curls at the bottom turned him on. Wearing just eyeliner, she exceeded the beauty of those women who doused their faces in makeup. Less was definitely more in Bella’s case.

As the couple started down City Ave, it was nearing 9 pm and Bella asked Soooo.. Where are we going ? looking over at Fattz curiously. It’s a surprise baby. Just sit back, relax and enjoy the ride beloved. He said cooly while flashing a smile, taking her hand into his.

When Fattz hit the expressway, he dropped the top and turned the volume up on the sound system. The sounds of Avant’s hit ‘Sweet Love’ filled the night’s air. Fattz pulled up to the restaurant and valeted the car. Bella looked up to see that they were at the famous Del Frisco’s steakhouse in Center City. She looked over at Fattz and smiled, thinking of all the memories they’ve created here. The couple walked into the restaurant and the hostess seated them immediately, leading them to a private booth. Fattz was always aware of his surroundings so it was second nature for him to take the seat facing the entrance, mentally taking note of all the emergency exits. The waitress came over to read off the specials and take their drink orders. Fattz asked for a bottle of Merlot on ice and she disappeared to fulfill his request.

Once she left, Fattz looked across the table at Bella and smiled, asking So tell me, baby… How was your day ? looking at her attentively. Hmmm… It was alright I guess. Nothing too special. I just went to King of Prussia with the girls, then headed over to Cherry Hill so Tammy could get these earrings she’d been looking for.. Fattz responded That’s wassup. I know you didn't leave the mall empty-handed… He said playfully. What did you end up getting ?. Bella smirked You’re looking at it ! referring to the pencil dress. You just think you know me so well, huh ? His eyes lit up You look amazing baby, I mean that.. furrowing his eyebrows, adding And that’s my job. I hope you didn’t expect any different ! He said confidently, then asked So where did you get that necklace? I don’t think I’ve seen that one before. He inquired. You’re always trying to sweet talk me… She said with a chuckle. But this necklace belonged to my grandmother. She gave it to me before she passed away… This is my first time wearing it. Fattz rubbed her hand with his thumb I don’t sweet-talk you beloved, I just tend to keep it real with you… He said cooly. Honesty is the best policy and honestly… that necklace looks amazing. Truly one of a kind.

The waitress returned with a bottle of wine, filled the two flutes and took the couple’s dinner orders. Bella blushed at his compliments and the stones in her necklace made a statement in the restaurant's dim lighting. She took a few sips of her drink then said Now tell me how your day went baby. giving him her full attention. My day was cool... made a few plays and linked up with G-Money at the shop. You know how it goes baby. Another day, another dollar. He said nonchalantly. Mmhmm… You always say the same thing. I think you work too hard Robert ! she said with a half-smile. Nah baby… I Don’t work hard enough! I'm tryna be like you, Ms.CEO ! He said playfully. You out here boss’n up and setting the bar high. I’m proud of you baby… For real ! He added genuinely.

Before she could respond, their entrees arrived and they feasted on cream-covered sauteed shrimp, lobster macaroni and cheese, asparagus and T-Bone steak. Bella wasn’t the bougie type that would only order a salad when she went out to eat. She knew how to enjoy a good meal and Fattz liked that about her. The couple finished over half of the bottle of wine and continued to converse, genuinely enjoying one another’s company. Fattz pulled out a bankroll and left ten crisp blue-faced hundred dollar bills on the table. Both slightly tipsy, they got up to make their exit. He held Bella’s hand as they made their way out the front doors, greeted by a cool summer’s night air. Fattz retrieved his car from the valet and tipped the gentlemen generously.

The couple headed towards his condominium and let Musiq Soulchild’s hit Love become the soundtrack for the ride home. After pulling into the private garage, Fattz parked and looked over at Bella and began to kiss her passionately before getting out of the coupe. They were on one another like white on rice in the elevator, grabbing and touching in sacred places. When the doors opened, they continued on one another aggressively. His hands flowed from her waist to her soft voluptuous ass. The pair barely made it to the bedroom before they started to undress each other. His manhood was rock solid even before she exposed her supple breasts and red lace thong. When she saw the gaping bulge in his ethikas, she immediately dropped to her knees and kissed it through his briefs.

She pulled off his briefs and in one swift motion took his thickness into her mouth. Bella guided her head up and down, deep throating him like a professional, causing his toes to curl. She drained his balls in minutes and smiled up at him after swallowing. He looked into her eyes and mentally thanked God for blessing him with her. She stood up, ready to straddle and ride him into the morning sunrise but he had other plans. When she stood up, he picked her up and sat her Indian style on his shoulders while he feasted upon her warm honey pot, soaking his beard with her sweet nectar. He sucked and massaged her clitoris, licking her wet slit until she gripped his bald head tight, sending her to a full climax.

After her drank her Fiji flavored juices, he laid her down onto the plush king-size bed, climbing on top of her. As he began to kiss her passionately, he simultaneously inserted his wood into her warm wetness. She moaned and cried out soft screams of pleasure while licking his neck and sucking on his ear lobe. Fattz then flipped her over and french kissed her asshole before inserting himself into her drenching wetness. With not even twenty minutes of back shots, he erupted inside of her tightness and collapsed off to the side of her. As he laid there looking into her eyes, he said I love you so much she responded with a smile and said I love you so much more ! then disappeared beneath his beard and made her way below his waistline to catch the last drops of cum from his wood. She sucked on him relentlessly and kissed the tip before coming back up to snuggle next to him. Exhausted from the intense episode, they fell asleep in a spooning position on top of the disheveled bedspread. He kissed the back of her head before closing his eyes

4

The alarm on Fattz's phone went off, waking him from a deep slumber. He quickly shut it off and got up from the bed without disturbing Bella, allowing her to continue to sleep peacefully. It was 2am and he prepared to link up with Mallie to go see the plug. He went into the bathroom, washed his face, and brushed his teeth. Walking into the connected closet, he put on a pair of fitted Fear of God denim, A black slim-fit tee, and his favorite Valentino tennis shoes. He grabbed his gun, checked the magazine and took his phone off the charger. Before leaving the bedroom, he walked around to Bella’s side of the king-size bed and planted a kiss on her cheek.

Entering his office, he removed a large painting from the wall and punched in the twelve-digit code to his safe. After removing just under $1,875,000 he secured the safe and hung the painting back on the wall. He placed the neatly stacked bills into a large Nike gym bag then left the office, making his way to the elevator to exit his residence. Once the elevator doors opened to the private garage, he walked over to his BMW 760Li and put the bag in the stash spot under the passenger seat. Fattz sent a text to Mallie before putting the full-size sedan into gear, making his way to the meet, saying I’m on my way, Ya bag right ?, Mallie responded quickly You already snow.

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Across town, Mallie and Man Man sat in the front seat of a matte black Dodge Challenger Demon waiting on Ace. They were in the Olney section of Philly known as O-Zone where one of their most lucrative drug houses pumped out tens of thousands of dollars each day. Man Man was just 21 years old but he was deadly. At the tender age of fourteen, he’d already caught his first body. Mallie took notice of his street smarts and hunger for more early on. So he took Man Man under his wing, giving him priceless game and tricks of the trade. Mallie was already established from South Philly to Uptown as a man of respect. He was what you would consider a ‘No Bullshit Nigga’. Everyone knew he had a fetish for guns and wasn’t afraid to let it blow at an opp in broad daylight if the circumstances called for it.

Mallie grew frustrated, waiting on Ace and started snappin. Fuck is taking this nigga so long ? He said while glancing at his flooded Patek Philippe. We been out here for fifteen minutes and I told this nigga to have that shit ready over an hour ago ! He added impatiently. Man Man chimed in Come on dawg… You know how Ace is. knowing that he always took his time doing shit. He’d be late to his own funeral if the nigga wasn’t dead. He added with a chuckle.

Mallie looked over and saw Ace emerging from the house with a book bag hanging off his left shoulder. Mallie thought to himself Bout Fuckin Time !. When Ace got to the passenger side, he dapped Man Man then reached across and shook Mallies’s hand, immediately saying My bad Mallie. I had to count this shit by hand, the money machine tapped out on me. He saw the aggression in Mallie’s face and quickly added It’s 800 racks in there !. Mallie looked at him wide-eyed Damn! It’s jumpin’ like that in there?. Only expecting to pick up $750,000. Yea doe. Trap boomin. We should be done with the rest of the work in a couple of hours. he said knowingly. Ard good shit. Keep your foot on their neck and run that bag up. Ima get with you later. He said while reaching over to dap his top Capo.

Ace walked back into the house and Mallie hit the gas pedal, speeding off. He took a right at the corner and headed down 5th Street, saying to Man Man This nigga never fails to amaze me. Always going above and beyond to secure the bag. Gotta have niggas like that on ya team ! He said anxiously. Yea that shit is kinda crazy. I don’t know how he’s runnin’ it up like that… Man Man said with a chuckle. I guess we really do got the best work in the city. he concluded. Shidddd.. You thought we didn’t? he asked rhetorically while looking over at him.

Man Man had his suspicions though he wasn’t going to say anything to Mallie until he was certain. Sometimes when something is too good to be true, it is. Mallie glanced at his timepiece and told Man Man