Gmc: Get Money Clique

By James A. Neal

At the tender age of five, Nitros young eyes witnessed his mom overdose on heroin. As luck would have it, his father was serving a life sentence. An orphan, nonetheless, his mothers mom was his only surviving relative, his true saving grace. Ms. Marry did her best to instill mannerism and respect. In doing so, she emphasized that dignity and integrity were the cardinal principles of life. On the contrary to her rearing, the mean, gritty streets of St. Petersburg, Florida, did not coincide.

Bounded by fate, Trouble was Nitros right-hand man after Nitro stumbled onto a bathroom fight at school. Trouble was getting double-teamed by two local hotheads. Nitro intervened, and then the dynamic duo was created. Since that day, the two became inseparable, tackling all their business endeavors together and kept it one hundred with each other amid all the fuckery. They were homies in the truest sense of the word. Would their street shrewdness help them prevail?

• Language: English
• Publisher: LifeRich Publishing
• Release date: Aug 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9781489718419

James A. Neal

James A. Neal is an urban fiction author with a unique style of writing. He is from St. Petersburg Florida and has always stayed true to his roots. A blessing in disguise, James was incarcerated for 10 years and it was during this time he became inspired by fellow inmates to start writing books. He unfortunately lost both his parents while incarcerated but has not let that tear him down. He continues working towards his dreams of becoming one of the biggest writers in the game. James is a spokesperson for the community and always stands up for what he believes in. He is a very loyal, passionate family man with a big heart that is always there when you need him.

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CHAPTER 1

THE LIFE OF NITRO

It was 1991 a year Nitro will never forget. After seeing his mother overdose, he knew right then and there that life for him would never be the same. Nitro thought he could erase everything he seen that day out of his head, but he couldn’t. It always came back to haunt him.

Nitro, baby. His mother called.

Yes mama

Go get that belt that’s on the couch, his mother told him.

Why Mama, I haven’t been bad in school today?

Dammit! Don’t be asking me why, go get the god damn belt!

Yes mama, he replied. Nitro got the belt off the couch and made it back to his mother. She then told him to tie the belt around her arm. For what, he didn’t know. She screamed,

Nitro, pull the damn belt tight!

I am mama he replied.

Okay now go into the living room and watch TV. Nitro did what his mother said with no questions asked. As he sat down on the living room floor, Nitro turned his head a little bit, not letting his mother catch him watching her, holding a little spoon up to the fire of a lit candle. His mother screamed,

Nitro! He jumped up, a little bit frightened.

Boy watch TV like I told your ass to she said.

Yes mama he replied.

Nitro’s mother seen him looking at her and what she was doing. She then picked up a plastic object in her hand which turned out to be a needle. She stuck the needle in her arm injecting the deadly poison into her veins. After feeling straight high, she leaned back into her chair like she was relaxing. Ten minutes later she tried to get out of the chair but fell back down, hard. Right then and there, Nitro knew something was wrong. His mother started knocking everything on the table off, and then fell to the floor.

Mama! Nitro shouted at the top of his lungs and ran over to help her. She was on the floor shaking and jumping like a fish out of water. He didn’t know what was going on. He called out,

Mama, Mama, what’s wrong? She didn’t respond back to him.

He ran back into the living room, picked up the house phone and dialed 911. The operator answered,

911, what is your emergency?

Yes, my mama is on the floor and she is not saying anything. I don’t know what’s wrong with her. He responded.

While Nitro is on the phone answering all the operator’s questions, he turned his head and looked at his mother to see if she was making any type of movement.

No Ma’am, she is not moving.

Okay, baby, hang on, we are sending some help, the operator told Nitro.

Nitro looked at his mother with tears snaking down his cheeks and said Mama, GET UP! GET UP! You are scaring me. Although her eyes were still open they were already clouded with death. He knew right then she was dead. He just stayed there and cried his heart out until help came.

At the age of five, Nitro watched his mother take her own life, with her own hands, overdosed on heroin. Life was never the same for him.

Now it’s a new era called Crack Cocaine that will be sending a clear message throughout the city streets.

CHAPTER 2

HERE COMES TROUBLE

HONK-HONK!

Bitch hurry up with a nigga food hoe, Trouble said. As they waited at a McDonalds drive-thru window. Trouble was getting impatient waiting to receive the food they had ordered. Now before we go any further into this story let me tell you a little bit about Trouble.

Trouble grew up in a single house-hold with his mother, two brothers and one sister. Out of all the kids, he was the one that stayed in trouble with the law. He just didn’t give a fuck about nothing. What I’m trying to say is Trouble is the wrong person to piss off. Weighing at a buck-fifty, slim built with dark brown eyes, dreads hanging shoulder length and a mouth full of gold teeth… trouble stayed with that fire. You will never catch him slipping. Trouble is a mad killer with no feeling.

Here Sir, the cashier said as the light skinned female handed the food to trouble.

Damn, you did take long enough with a nigga food.

Sorry Sir, we are backed up right now.

How about you can back that ass up on this dick when you get off, Trouble continued.

I don’t think so, she replied.

I have a man I can back this ass up on, she stated and closed the window in Trouble’s face before he could get another word out of his mouth.

You dirty ass bitch, Trouble said out loud before pulling off in his $48,000 Cadillac Escalade sitting on Thirty-Two inches.

Fuck that hoe, that hoe act like she doesn’t see a boss player sitting on these big ass rims. As they rode through the city, Trouble took a left over blunt out of his ashtray and fired it up. He took a couple hits of it before passing it to Nitro.

Listen Nitro, Bra, we need to come up with another lick, I am down to my last Ten stacks.

Damn Trouble, what happened to all of your money we just hit, Nitro asked.

Shit Nitro, shit been fucked up for me for a couple days. I had a lot of bills to pay, my mama shit, my shit, my bitch shit. Bra, I need one bad. Then on top of that, my car note coming up soon. So, bra, we need to do something.

I talked to our girl Eisha and she said that she got us a nigga from Tampa that be holding major weight.

shit, hit her up and see what she is talking about.

Trouble picked up his iPhone off his lap and dialed Eisha number.

Eisha, baby, what’s up? This Trouble.

Hey Trouble. What are you up to?

You tell me. I’m trying to find that out now. Did you ever get that hook up for me? Trouble asked.

I sure did, come by the house.

I’m on my way, Trouble told her.

Where is Nitro? Eisha asked.

I got that nigga with me, we are on our way. We will be there in Twenty minutes. One. Trouble told her before hanging up.

So, what did she say, Nitro asked.

"She said that she handled that and told us to hurry up and come by so she can give us the 411 on this nigga. And she asked about you too. You need to stop playing with that hoe and smash her. Nitro looked at Trouble as he was blowing smoke and said,

Just chill and let me handle this. Twenty minutes later they pulled up in front of Eisha’s condo, got out and walked up to the front door. Trouble rang the doorbell and a moment later Eisha opened the door wearing only a red robe with her hair wrapped in a towel.

Hey, y’all come in and have a seat, I got to go back upstairs and put some clothes on. Trouble looked at Eisha and said,

You don’t have to put no clothes on, everything good. Eisha looked back at Trouble and Nitro on her way up the stairs smiling, telling him he is crazy. As they took a seat on Eisha’s soft leather couch, Trouble took a blunt out of Eisha’s ashtray, the same blunt she had out for later. Trouble fired it up with his feet kicked up on her glass table like that shit was his shit.

As for Nitro he was too busy taken in the décor. Eisha had her shit on point. When we say on point, I mean on point. Like one of those celebrity houses you see on MTV cribs. Her shit was decked out, everything black and white. Her carpet was all black with a soft white fury rug, looking like some type of animal hair sitting under the glass table. Two sets of cocaine white, leather couches sat to the right side of the living room and a 62inch screen television with surround sound was mounted on the walls with two black panther statues standing up at attention. She also had a couple pieces of nice painted artwork on the wall; the kitchen was black and white as well with marble floors.

Eisha came downstairs with grey boy shorts that hugged her ass in the right places, with an all-white sports bra on. One thing you can say about Eisha, she was a bad chic. Thirty-four, twenty-four, thirty-six, standing at 5’3 formed right. Her skin complexion color high yellow, long brown silky hair, with D cup breasts, small waste and a J-Lo ass.

Boy, what the fuck is wrong with you? Eisha said.

Trouble looked up at Eisha coming down stairs.

Eisha, what the fuck are you talking about now?

Nigga, you got your mother fuckin feet on my two-thousand-dollar table.

Sorry baby I thought I was at home. Trouble said.

Now let’s get down to business. She said.

Damn you still haven’t taken your feet down, she said staring at trouble waiting for him to take his feet down.

Eisha walked over to the other side of the living-room. Nitro’s eyes glued to her back side as she sat on the couch.

Okay now I’m going to be at club live. I’m going to text you and let you know that I’m about to go in. Listen now, I’m going to leave the side door open for y’all to come in.

Do you know where he keeps his stash at? Trouble asked.

Yea he keeps everything in the basement. I always watch him go down there.

How many people be at the house? Nitro asked.

Don’t nobody be there. I guess he think I don’t know shit but I already peeped game. Eisha said.

Trouble, do you know where West Tampa at?

No.

Okay, when you come across the bridge you are going to get off on Fifteenth Street, run right up on a BP gas station, but it’s a street over from that. You will see a gray platinum paint Range Rover and a yellow H2 Hummer in the drive way.

So how long y’all going to be in the club? Nitro asked.

I don’t know, I am going to try and get him to leave early. Y’all just be there", Eisha said.

Oh, don’t worry about that. Trouble replied.

You just make sure everything goes right. Nitro said after him and Trouble headed out the door.

Hey Trouble drop me off at Brenda house. Nitro said.

What Brenda talking about?

Shit. The same old shit that I get tired of hearing, talking about moving out of town somewhere.

So, what did you tell her? Trouble asked curiously.

It was like Trouble was just waiting to see what he was going to say.

I told her that I am not ready yet, that I will let her know when the time is right.

So, you are thinking about leaving huh?

I don’t know. A nigga is not doing shit in the burg, but the same old shit.

Nitro could tell that Trouble got a little bit heated when he said that.

Listen Nitro, I am not going no fucking where, its money to be made and these fuck niggas got a lot of it. If you leave, you will be a damn fool. Trouble said.

I don’t know Trouble, I’ll see what the future hold for me.

Yea we will see what the future holds! Trouble repeated with a little hate in his voice.

As they made it to Brenda’s house, Trouble dropped Nitro off and told him to be ready at 12a.m. He gave Trouble a thumbs-up before shutting his car door. Nitro walked up to Brenda’s front door and rung the door-bell.

CHAPTER 3

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

A female voice calls out,

Come in, the door is open. He walked in and seen Brenda holding a frying pan.

Hey baby, have a seat at the table, the food will be done in ten minutes. Brenda said.

Nitro knew he wasn’t in the hood because every time he came by Brenda house she always happened to leave the door open, like nothing in her house mattered to a burglar.

What are you cooking bae? He asked while walking up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist.

I am cooking your favorite.

And what would that be. Nitro replied as he started to kiss on her neck.

"Fried chicken, mac and cheese, with a little bit of cheese broccoli on the side.

Now stop kissing my neck. You know that’s my spot, you are making me wet. She smiled.

That’s what I am talking about bae, we can get it down right here.

No baby, not right now. Let me finish cooking first and we will get to that later. Now stop and go sit down so I can finish.

Nitro walked back over to the table with his dick rock hard and took a seat checking out Brenda’s rear-end from the back. Saying to himself, damn he is a lucky man.

Brenda was that baby, caramel skin complexion, long brown hair that hung all the way down the middle of her back. Brenda stood at 5’1, 34-27-38, Black and Puerto Rican, with light brown eyes. Brenda was so beautiful that no man can help but to stop and try to holla.

Nitro took a moment to himself on how he met Brenda on South Beach on Memorial Day. She was with eight of her friends. All eight of them were bad to death, but not bad as Brenda. Nitro sat back and played his position like a real G. He seen how she was turning down a lot of niggas but one thing he did know, that she wouldn’t take her eyes off him. After he seen the last nigga get kicked to the curb, that’s when he made his attack. He walked up on her, dress code on beat, with an all-white wife beater, Gucci belt, and all white Gucci shorts with a heavy crease. He also had on a pair of Gucci slides. His jewelry game was on point as well; big gold Cuban chain with the matching Cuban big boy bracelet.

Hey, my name is Nitro. He said with his hand extended out waiting for hers to meet his.

Hi, I’m Brenda. She replied with a big smile. She then reached out to shake his hand. As soon as he felt the warmness of her hand, he thought to himself, if her insides feel as warm as her hand.

I see that I’m being watched. Nitro said.

Maybe, so I like what I see, and when I see something I like I go for it. She said with a sexy voice.

So, can I buy you a drink or something? She asked.

Nitro was a bit shocked for her to come off on him like that.

I don’t have a problem with that.

After telling her friends that she will be back they then walked over to this Tiki Hut. From the look of things, they really didn’t care because Trouble was keeping them entertained with the best Marijuana smoke.

What would you like to sip on? Brenda asked.

Looking at you, my first thought was Sex on the Beach, but I will take whatever you decide to order.

She looked at him with a smile and told the cashier,

Yes, let me get two Strawberry Daiquiris please.

After they receive the drinks both headed over to a small empty table for two and took a seat. An hour into talking, it felt like Nitro knew Brenda’s whole life. She looked so sexy sitting there with her two-piece red bikini wrap around, and her hair in tiny micro-braids.

They talked about everything, especially how her father used to run the whole North Miami. He was a bigtime drug dealer that pushed a lot of weight for the cartel back in the 80’s. He got killed by one of the cartel bosses because some money and work came up missing.

Nitro and Brenda had gotten real close. She became his main lady. Brenda had her own couple