Allusions

By MS B

Smoke from the barrel of the Glock 9mm filled the air as the screams of a woman echoed in the background. The club which was once filled with trap music and loud patrons was now suffocated with clouds of gun smoke and splatters of blood. Behind the black leather chair against the wall which once was covered with the green Jamaican flag, now was drenched in bloody back matter. In the chair now scrunched over a body. Shot once in the head and twice in the chest. The shooter turned to the dark brown skinned girl screaming in the corner clutching her half naked body and immediately saw the fear in her eyes. You always knew working for a club could get you fucked up but never thought it would cost you your life.
“I’m sorry” she screamed out as the shooter who was only standing 5’3 got closer in proximity to where the smell of the burnt metal was in her face. No remorse, no sympathy and no sorrow for the woman’s cries and pleads. Only thing was for certain was that revenge had to be taken and a point had to be proven.
“POP” one shot to the head and her body lumped to the side with eyes wide open. Looking around at their destruction the shooter tucked the Glock and calmly exited the back-escape door. What’s done was done and for good reasons.
Welcome to Allusions the hottest strip club in the Southeast. In the stripclub game its all about reaching the top and Kappo had it all figured out. He employed some of the baddest of the baddest the city had to offer and had his hands in the pockets of the biggest movers and shakers in the city. With the drug game on lock and making the most revenue in the city, Kappo was on top of his shit. In this industry its all about chess not checkers and Kappo played the game well….until jealousy and envy crossed his path in a dangerous way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Sep 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781663208293

MS B

Raised in Southern Mississippi, this this the third Urban Erotic Novel from Ms.B. Crowned as the Southern Queen of Urban Erotic literature, her style still embodies the grime harsh reality of Urban America. Her descriptive words and vivid imagination keeps you on your seat and wishing for more.

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Contents

Allusions

Kapo

The Beginning

Allusions

Strategic Marketing Firm

The Set Up

Georgia State Prison

A King has Fallen

Allusions

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Smoke from the barrel of the Glock 9mm filled the air as the screams of a woman echoed in the background. The club which was once filled with trap music and loud patrons was now suffocated with clouds of gun smoke and splatters of blood. Behind the black leather chair against the wall which once was covered with the green Jamaican flag, now was drenched in bloody back matter. In the chair now scrunched over a body. Shot once in the head and twice in the chest. The shooter turned to the dark brown skinned girl screaming in the corner clutching her half naked body and immediately saw the fear in her eyes. You always knew working for a club could get you fucked up but never thought it would cost you your life.

I’m sorry she screamed out as the shooter who was only standing 5'3 got closer in proximity to where the smell of the burnt metal was in her face. No remorse, no sympathy and no sorrow for the woman’s cries and pleads. Only thing was for certain was that revenge had to be taken and a point had to be proven.

POP one shot to the head and her body lumped to the side with eyes wide open. Looking around at their destruction the shooter tucked the Glock and calmly exited the back-escape door. What’s done was done and for good reasons.

Kapo

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(Allusions present day)

Ya see here young blood every ting I touch turn to gold. Where me from I have not many friends but I know how to make niggas rich and they luv me for it Kappo said as he pulled on the blunt and handed it to LG his right hand man. Kappo was known in the streets of Brooklyn and even moved weight out of VA for some Haitians. In Charlotte is where he met LG, a scammer and robber from East Atlanta. He helped him out in a bad situation and Kappo felt like he owed him his life. LG earned the street name little Glenwood (LG) from when he was ten helping the local drug dealers set niggas up. He looked up to Kappo who was much older than him and had east coast street knowledge plus the connection overseas. The clout that Kappo provided off association alone made LG that nigga in Atlanta and everybody respected and fucked with him on that alone.

One day imma teach you the game and let you run this too Kappo added as he leaned back in his black leather chair that was draped with the Jamaican flag. I trust you he said as he looked directly in LG’s eyes and he reached for the blunt.

Kapo ran the largest strip club in Atlanta, Allusions. Perfect spot for cleaning his money and selling his products. Some of the baddest dancers in the world would slide through for a night or two just off guarantee that the night would end in 15k or more. Thugs, dope dealers, scammers, ball players, politicians, entertainers even other strip club owners could be seen in Allusions. Kappo provided the best nightlife in the city, the best DJ in the south, the finest girls and people knew that. His connections with the local politicians and corrupt police force kept his dope moving and his girls paid.

Kapo

Born in Spanish Town, Jamaica his mother and grandmother migrated to Queens Jamaica to live with his uncle. Kappo never knew his dad. His mom who he idolized and worshiped was raped in Kingston when she was only 15. Prostitution was real and trying to survive was the objective for the lifestyle in Jamaica. In love with a Rasta man following his lead and went to Kingston for a party she never had a chance. Convinced that selling her body was the fastest way to get money and as her pimp he easily influenced her young mind.

Throat slit, mouth full of cum and a baby in her belly and the love of her life, her pimp laid beside her with his brains scattered on the pavement of Princess Street. A set up went wrong but she believed that Yankipong gave her a second chance and that her Rasta king was born again through Kappo. She came to the states to make sure that her child became the king he deserved to be. A picture of his queen (his mother hung high in his office) and every deal that he made he prayed to her first.

Smoke filled the money room and sounds of reggae filled the room as the money machine in the corner counted. Tiffany, also his right hand and bar manager made sure the amount was straight and nothing was short. Pretty face and hazel eyes Tiffany should’ve been a beauty queen but the streets in college park got to her first, living the life of a trap queen was all she knew and all she appreciated. No dance was under $500.00 per hour and the ass shaking was well worth the three to four hours customers would pay. Who wouldn’t want to be high and buzzed out? the drinks and products continued to flow. Money was made and everybody ate.

Kapo you see that nigga in the corner by the DJ booth? Tiffany said as he walked over to grab the blunt from LG. That nigga been over there for two hours and ain’t buying shit but drinks. He asking for dances but ain’t trying to pay no bitch she added.

Kapo looked over through the fogged-up window and noticed a lanky nigga sitting in the corner smoking on a black n mild checking out the scene. Kappo leaned forward and took the blunt out of Tiffany’s hand and looked over to LG. I believe you know what to do? he said as he pulled on the blunt. Kappo looked at LG staring out the smoky window. They knew exactly how to handle niggas like this. One rule about club Allusions is that no one comes in and window shop. LG adjusted the A hat on his head and gave a nod to Kappo.

Anything Kappo asked LG delivered. He knew the business in and out and respected Kappo as a boss. Kappo always made sure he was good and the streets made sure he was protected. He handled the muscle part of the operation and Kappo handled the business.

He took the blunt out of Kappo’s hand, hit it one last time and headed to the floor of the club.

Kapo looked at Tiffany and grinned. She knew what was up and walked back over to finish counting the money.

Say folk dis right here ant gone fly LG said as he crossed his arms with a slight lean looking at the man laid back in the chair. You gon either spend some money on these hoes or you can bounce. He added.

The man took a hit of his black n mild and put it in the ashtray. He looked up to LG standing directly in front of him and smirked. Lil nigga get gone now you blocking my view he said as he slumped even lower in the chair. LG chuckled under his breath and looked over behind him as Kappo west Indian goons started to walk up.

Listen here he said as he leaned forward this time with both hands on the table. You don’t want problems with my friends and me. I’m asking you nicely and you seem like a smart man. Either you gon fall in line and start spending some money or you can bounce.

Nigga I ant got to do shii…. you don’t know who I am do you? before the man could get another word out one of the goons snatched him up and threw him to the ground.

Nigga I don’t give a fuk who you are, now get yo punk ass up and get the hell out! LG shouted. The man jumped back up about to pull out a gun but before his hand could even grasp it three choppers were pointed at his head. The music immediately stopped, and everyone dropped to the ground. They knew that when the goons pulled out the choppers anyone was free target.

Oh wow. he said as he walked back with his hands up. Aight I see how y’all roll he added as he walked towards the exit. Imma see you patna he said as he pointed to LG. We got some things to discuss...different time, different place. But imma definitely see ya he said walking backwards.

Nah nigga you ant gone see me...you need to see that exit LG replied as he pointed towards the door. Cool the man added as he embarrassingly looked around at the people seeing him get kicked out of the club. I’ll leave. But you gone most definitely see me he added walking out.

The club stood still, looking at the action taking place. LG laughed and turned towards the DJ in the booth who was protected by glass. Yo nigga start the fuckin music back. We still making money in here.

Kapo stood up looking out of the glass window from his office watching. You good daddy? Tiffany asked as she rubbed his back.

He took one hit of the blunt and blew a charge in her face. Yeah he replied.

The Beginning

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Ivy

I don’t understand why you have to move to Atlanta. A tall older lady said as she swept the hard-dusty floors in her kitchen. There are plenty of jobs here in Savannah Ivy. A young girl stood at the bar with her hand propping up holding her oval face watching her grandmother who raised her from three years old clean. Nana you know I’ll make more money in the city. Besides Atlanta is the place to be at right now. she responded That city is the devil chile. All that sinning, homosexuality, gangs, strip cubs just everything the bible warned us about her grandmother replied as she continued to sweep and clean in frustration.

You’ll probably go down there get caught up with a damn pimp or something. she added.

Ivy snickered at the comment. She knew her grandmother meant well but she also knew that her degree would take her even further in Atlanta. She had been working for a small advertising firm in Savannah, but she realized that her marketing skills would benefit her so much more in Atlanta. Only two years out of Savannah State University, Ivy got the call she had been waiting on from a marketing firm in Atlanta. It was a entry level position, but it was still one step closer to her dreams.

Nana I promise it will be ok. She said as she stood up and took the broom out her grandmother’s hand. With a look of concern on her face, her grandmother knew she was right.

I trust you Ivy and I know you will exceed and become something great. That was the promise I made to your mother before she died and look at you know she said as she grabbed Ivy’s face and smiled. "I love you so much. Just be careful it is the big city." she added.

I will Nana. I will. Ivy replied as she hugged her grandmother.

Ivola which everyone called Ivy was a down to earth real country girl. Born and raised in Savannah, the simple life was all she knew. Her mother died of breast cancer when she was three years old and her father was killed in a car wreck before she was born. Her grandmother was her only mother and her grandfather, her father until his passing while she was in high school. Although surrounded by tragedy all her life it made her into who she was and built her character. She was tough but sweet and honored her southern belle morals completely. Her only boyfriend since middle school was also her best friend. He had been recruited by the Atlanta Police Department so they both were starting their life together in Atlanta and it was exciting.

Packing up her small Nissan Altima she had since freshman year in college. She yelled to Richard, her boyfriend who was waiting parked beside her in the dirt gravel driveway.

You ready! she smiled. He nodded his head and hopped in his pick up truck and started the engine.

She ran back up the porch to hug her grandmother one last time.

It’s okay Nana, I promise. She said one last time assuring her. Besides Richard is with me and you and I know both he won’t let anything happen to me. she added.

Her grandmother smiled and hugged her back. I know baby. she replied. Just make sure you call me when ya’ll make it. she added as she walked her to the car. And don’t call after nine because you know that’s when nana takes her pill and I’ll be asleep. she also added.

I will Nana Ivy responded as she got in her car.

And just like that Savannah was in her rear view and Atlanta was in her future.

LG

Hey Shawty, how much you want for that? I tall slender man leaned over a rusty Chevy as he slid the driver two plastic bags with white pills. The block was always hot off Glenwood and LG knew how to work it well. He had his regulars and then there were the out of towners that he would occasionally set up. Seemed shady but to him if you weren’t from around Arthur Court or you weren’t from the A then you had no business there. He had been helping the local dope boys and robbers in the area for years since he was just ten years old. They always knew they could count on little Glenwood (LG) to make the buyers feel comfortable. As soon as they think it’s a legit sale and he had them to meet him in a certain spot then that’s when it would all go down. Sometimes it would end in tragedy sometimes a nigga was just lucky to get robbed and leave with his life.

Say patna that posed to be 20 you gave me 15. Dats not how I roll on the court, you gots to come up with the right funds for the right product, you know what I’m saying. LG said to the driver in his ATL dialect. The man already trying to appear incognito knowing that Glenwood wasn’t really his neighborhood, so he had to play it cool, while reaching in his pocket to get another five. LG immediately noticed the stack of hundreds he had, and his robbing instincts kicked in.

I tell you what folk. You can pull around to the side right there let me get in and I’ll take you to the real shit. LG added as his mind was already counting the stacks he just saw. LG knew this man wasn’t from around here with a Gwinnett tag on a threw together Chevy. He was a schoolboy trying to get pills with momma and daddy money.

Naw I’m good. The driver responded as he handed the five to LG.

I’m trying to tell you boi I got my bitch that work at Grady and be getting the hook up. She lives right on the other side of Mrs. Winners. LG replied trying to convince the driver.

He could tell it was going to be hard to convince him. Looka here you spend 20 mo and I’ll give you double cuh. LG added.

The driver knew it was a bad idea but the thought of getting more pills clouded his better judgement. Aight. he replied as he moved the schoolbooks over from the passenger side. LG looked over and nodded at a short man standing in the doorway of the apartment complex and jumped in the car. LG knew this was going to be an easy set up.

Say Bruh pull in there LG motioned over to the empty parking lot. The young man sat nervous in the driver’s seat awaiting the pills he was promised.

Aye cuh you mind if I light this in here? LG asked pulling out a black and mile. The young man looked over and shrugged his shoulders. He could care less about the smoke all he wanted to do was get his drugs and go.

LG took a puff of the black and leaned back in the seat. You kno bruh its funny how ya’ll bring ya’ll bougie asses over here on the east side always looking for something but never hang out. What’s wrong with hanging out over here? LG asked as he dumped the ashes out the window. The young man shook his head and continued looking out the window. I tell you what my dude. LG said as he put out the cigar and started to open the door. You give me the money and I’ll go in there and get everything you need. He added. The young man looked at him confused. He knew he couldn’t trust him, but he wanted those pills even worse.

No how about I walk in there with you? He asked

Nah patna, they don’t know you LG replied. "They liable to shoot you dead.’ he added.

The young man shook his head and put both hands on the steering wheel. You know what forget it. Before he could motion for LG to get out a man came to the driver side with a gun pointed at his head.

‘What it do. I heard you got that cabbage." the man holding the gun said.

God damn! The young man said under his breath. He felt it was going to be a set up and indeed it was. LG turned towards the man in the car and lifted his shirt to show his pistol as well.

Just gon give it up LG said. The young man shook his head and put his hands up. LG reached over and emptied his pockets.

Damn man why you gotta be like that He asked almost in tears. LG counted the money and looked at him. I’m trying to eat cuh...you already eating. he replied. LG jumped out and him and his friend ran off.

The young man was lucky to still be able to drive off with his life. That’s how it was on Glenwood and that’s the was the way LG ate.

Tiffany

5"3 coco brown skin with a pretty smile. Any nigga would see those hips and ass a mile away. Tiffany knew she had it and her hustling spirit got her as far as she was in Atlanta. In a city full of fake breasts and asses, hers was real and her walk told it all. Only sixteen when she became a kept woman living with one of the biggest dope slingers to come out of East Atlanta. He took her out of school and gave her their son. He was her rock until he got caught up and now was doing 25 up north after a greedy cop turned him in. His dope charges were only for 10 but the DA slammed him with conspiracy murder charges from a murder to hire hit that was planted on him. Now she was waitressing at the Ubar in College Park trying to make ends meet for her and her young prince. It didn’t afford her the luxuries of Chanel bags and paid off Lexus’s, but it paid for the rent in her townhouse and kept her son and mother fed.

The body of a dancer and the mindset of a hustler, Tiffany never fathomed working in a strip club, although that’s where she knew the money was. Seeing the dancers come in during the week ordering bottles with their Gucci bags and driving off in high class Mercedes Benzes she envied and missed those luxuries. Hell, this was Atlanta the strip club capital of the south. Her boyfriend (although locked up) already warned her about that fast life and how he did not want to see the mother of his child shaking ass for money. Tiffany knew plenty of girls who did it and seeing the lifestyle it afforded them made her mind wonder but she knew she had a promise to keep because even though he was locked up he still had eyes and ears to the streets. For now, Ubar would have to make do until she found something better.

You go table 3, right? The bartender asked Tiffany as she counted her tips at the counter.

She glanced over to see a well-dressed dark complexed man with shades on, she rolled her eyes and sighed

. Yeap...is he complaining too? she asked, putting her waitress tray on the bar top.

"I’m so got damn sick of these niggas complaining in