Stuck In The Streets

By David Turner

Nodda and Dizzle was like night and day; two brothers from the uptown area of New Orleans raised in a middle class family. But as in everything in N.O. where poverty is just a stone throw away from the richest. It is a city where the richest, poorest and everyone in between live side by side. So even if you are middle class, you could still get touched by the game and live the treacherous life of hustling in the streets.
The Jefferson Brothers, began hustling on the mean streets of New Orleans, then making a connection with a Mexican Drug Lord, who becomes the "plug" for them getting the best product in the streets as the ride the wave of the road to the riches. The rise to the top by all means necessary, the brothers run their operation taking no shorts no losses. They had the wicked city streets in a kryptonite lock and any large quantities went through them.
The brothers were riding high on every front, but as they gotten older Dizzle wanted to retire from the game, build a family and live a more quiet life below the radar. On the other hand, Nodda was still fascinated with life in the fast lane; wanting to keep living the life, addicted to the flash, cash, females and power that come with being a boss.
Nodda and Dizzle was Mr. Untouchable and Mr. Untraceable. They had eliminated or surpassed everybody who had a name in the streets. The murder rate had increased by their hands, but questions, the feds, rivals and others were plotting their demise and downfall. Where would the ball bounce in this game where from one moment to the next it could be on bubble, next minute….trouble.
I will show you in this urban novel step by step in this tale of murder and mayhem; so let me introduce you to Stuck in da Streetz!!

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Sep 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9781098385903

David Turner

David Turner has worked in TV, radio and newspapers. He was also a pilot for British European Airways and a marketing director at British Steel.  His close personal connection with the sinking of the Royal Oak – his uncle was one of those lost when it was torpedoed – resulted in a lifelong interest in the terrible tragedy.

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Chapter 1

My name is Dino, I’m basically here to let you know exactly how it goes down in my neck of the woods. I’m actually about to show you how we rocking in the dirty south. So sit back and relax kick ya feet up and let it do what it do. Now we’re off in the city of New Orleans, Louisiana, let’s go!

Say Nodda! Boy come your fucking ass in this house and wash these muthafuckin dishes like I told you an hour and a half ago. Man Fuck! Nodda said under his breath. She blusing a player. Nodda received his nickname early in life, because there wasn’t a thang you could do around him that he wasn’t aware of. He paid close attention to everything, and I do mean everything. You basically couldn’t miss Nodda on any levels what so ever. He took whatever he saw or used it to his best advantage off top. Nodda I’m not going to call your muthafuckin ass anymore. She shouted with an attitude. Alright I’m coming". Nodda didn’t have a mother due to her dying through the course of giving birth. Nodda had 2 siblings. A big brother and twin sista. Nodda’s brotha Dizzle was smart, quiet, and sinister all in one. Nodda saw things his brother did he couldn’t possibly think could be done. His twin sista Jazzy was both of their hearts. Nodda, Jazzy, and Dizzle was raised up by their lovable grandmother, and the evil aunt from the wicked west. They were a strict, encouraging, strong family valued people living a simple middle-class life.

Becky was Nodda’s aunt. She was a college educated and street smart all in one, with three different degrees. So getting over on her wasn’t even an option. Becky was very demanding and strict until it didn’t even make any sense. I mean beat that ass strict. That don’t fuck with me type. Also one of the sweetest people you’d want to meet. Then there’s Nodda’s grandmother Ms. Annie Mae, she’s a very loving and open-hearted person. She was cut for Nodda right or wrong. He was the most favorite of all her grandchildren. She spoiled him to death, with a passion. Nodda walked into the house, just as he passed the entrance, Becky appeared from behind the door and batted him in the back of the head ouch!

He said, I been calling your tired and stubborn ass for over an hour, and you just now deciding to bring your ass in this house. After batting Nodda again, she stood there with her nursing uniform on looking mean. She shouted now! Do what I asked you hours ago. Nodda walked off into the kitchen and all the dishes were already done, he knew Jazzy wouldn’t do his chores, so he went straight to his grandmother’s room. He hopped in the bed and embraced her with a hug of love and protection. Becky passed the kitchen and already knew the business, so she yelled from her room. Next time you going to do it yourself or else. That’s Nodda for you, always maneuvering through traffic getting over.

With Dizzle already in high school holding it down, Nodda couldn’t help but to be affiliated with the streets. And you must have already heard you live by die by. Dizzle was a senior in Booker T. Washington located by the Calliope Project. You had to be making some noise in the game to survive in that era. Cause bodies dropped on school grounds and all. He graduated successfully. The devil in disguise. But you couldn’t tell Becky or Ms. Annie May anything negative pertaining to Dizzle. He was like a blessed angel. Dizzle was getting it in daily. All business being handled on the set. Far as gun play Dizzle had something to do with it if not personally he gave a direct order, word law.

Say Dizzle what’s up round? Let me holla at cha Dizzle walked over to him. What’s good? man where that lil boy Nodda at? Man your guess is good as mine, why what’s up? Man lil one on some other shit out here Man where you at with it? Spit it out. Man them lil muthafuckas don’t want go to school. They set trippin. Plus you know they bumping stones. Them truancy people be lurking. Them boys keep breaking from the law. They drawing heat making the set hot.

Man where them boys at now? Oh, they around the corna in the abandoned house if money was involved, Dizzle wasn’t having that. Aight, I’m about to go around the corna now and chastise them lil boys When Dizzle walked off he noticed a black Dodge Ram coming up the street at him real slow. I mean too slow of a pace to not be on something else. And before it registered, the occupants of the truck raised up from the driver passengers and bed of the truck in slow motion with all choppas in hand. Also known as AK-47’s, SKS, 223’s, Calicoes, AR-15’s all the assault rifles period. Dizzle reflexes automatically told his body to hit the ground. Doing so, he grabbed for his 40 caliber. That he kept permanently placed at his side.

Say Flim, you saw how slow that truck was moving? Where? Flim asked looking around. Right there. Flim pointed, then looked and said exactly. They both saw it coming before it even happened. Flim and Slim broke out with top speed until reaching their destination.

Man I told you, I know where they kept all the artillery. Flim looked down at what Nodda exposed to him, it was about 3 choppas and some hand guns. Their hood wasn’t called choppa city for nothing. Nodda snatched a choppa and ran to beat the truck before it reached the set. He picked up a large gun with a pistol grip that had a folding stock on it. Just as Nodda grabbed the gun Flim screamed.

You can’t handle that big ass gun. What I’m going to try. He was now standing in the cut. Nodda witnessed the whole thang happen. Flim look that’s my brother on the ground. And the shots rung out viciously. Without even thinking Nodda ran toward the truck pullin the trigger, Flim was at his side as well bussing off shots. The way Nodda slung the SKS was if it was a normal function or something he did on a daily basis. Nodda no Dizzle said, as he drew the fire from his little brotha. Dizzle shot the front passenger in between the eyes and ran up to the truck letting loose more shots. Nodda and Flim not knowing they had already taken out the driver, and one of the lil dudes in the bed of the truck. Dizzle shot the passenger back in the middle of his head Fa safe keeping pussy ass nigga, Dizzle shouted. From there the truck ran into a parked car and stalled. The dude in the bed of the truck jumped out and tried to run. uun uhh. Potner Dizzle barked. Hit him two times in the legs then Nodda ran down over his falling crawling body and squeezed the trigger until it just clicked.

Nodda brang your fucking ass here, run c’mon. Dizzle was back at their post spot with Nodda, Flim and the rest of the clique. "Oh I’m sorry you haven’t met the fellas yet, this a boss call. First there’s Smoke standing 6’3 218 pounds solid. He was one of those black muthafuckas bout that gangsta shit. Then there’s Dicy AKA long hair don’t care, a extra smooth player you know his type. Mocha complexion baby face all business. Then there’s love, a yellow muthafucka and a real ladies man. Then you have my man Sniper A-K-A can’t miss. No more need to be said dude surgical.

Man what the fuck all that was about? Snipe asked. Man all them people on the back dead man fuck, Dizzle said. Say Dicey Dizzle called out What’s good I need you to run around the bend and see what it do aight fam call me when you make it That’s what’s up Dicey said as he walked off. Flim and Nodda let me scream at y’all. Why Yall lil niggas not in school? We wasn’t testing or nothing so I said fuck it. Nodda said. We Grinding Flim said with confidence. Where the fuck y’all got them guns from? Dizzle asked. I been peeped out y’all stash spot. Good looking, what the fuck made you run out there like that? Dizzle already knew the answer. I saw you on the ground I couldn’t let no nigga dog you like that. Flim only looked and listened. Man that shit would have fucked me up for life. Say for real tho, you saw how I chopped that nigga down? Flim smiled after receiving their first heads. Chill out, leave that alone, that’s water under the bridge. Don’t go around braggin neither Dizzle said seriously. Nigga fuck that I’m a gangsta Nodda said. For real you got to lay low on this shit, keep ya mouth closed. They gone be smoking round here, running ya mouth can get cha jammed up. Fuck all that bullshit. Stick to the script, cause I’m not trying to go to the Parish or Angola unless its mandatory for real. Not right now anyway, it’s hot as fish grease in there.

Say Love do me a favor, Dizzle said. What’s good Round, said Love. Dizzle looked at him and said, Look duck them niggas off for me. Get their lil dicks wet or something. Love smiled. Alright Oh Nodda later on I need to have a gangsta conversation with cha. Big Brotha to lil brotha. Alright Nodda said Dizzle phone began ringing. They jumped in the car with Love, and vanished in the wind.

Man that was years ago, now nigga on some other shit standing tall like the Statue of Liberty. Nodda woke up from the sound of the phone ringing, Man who the fuck calling my house this type of fucking morning?

Hello Nodda answered with a pissed voice. Hey bae man who this? He questioned. So I’m supposed to be ya wifey but from the sounds I’m hearing I’m not nobody huh? Oh shit my bad bae I’m still half sleep. I mean what time it is? He leaned over in the bed, and looked at his Jacobs then said. What the fuck you expect a nigga to sound like at 4:30AM. What up tho sweet lady? Nothing just calling to see if I could receive some of that good jugg All day that goes without saying don’t play with me. I ain’t doing no trippin at all. You already know. Where you at? Well I’m actually coming down the street right now". Maranda was Nodda’s baby they been making it do what it do for about 10 summers now. Nodda puffed on a camel waiting patiently.

Nodda met Randa his 8th grade year in grammar school. I guess you could say it was love at first sight from my understanding. I mean on both ends because every time they got together it was like the first time. Noodaaa I’m hereeee. The sound of her voice brought chills up Noddas spine. Just thinking he actually knew it was about to go down. In a major way and you already know he was in birthday mode, at attention. Bricked up when Randa entered the bedroom, her apparel consisted of open toe 3-inch high heels stilettos, and as she drew closer, she seductively untied her waist strap of the trench inch by inch. As she came closer, Randa watched with delight as he slowly stroked himself. He felt the urge to fill her up with every inch that dick was stiff as nails. She slowly and seductively let the trench fall to the floor from her shoulders exposing her new outfit that she just purchased for this particular occasion. Letting the jacket fall landing on the softness of the Italian carpet. All type of different desires and wants crossed his mind. Nodda grew anxious as he saw her curvaceous, sexy, and exotic piece of flesh. All mine Nodda thought, as she came closer. Now fully erected Nodda long stroked himself so Randa could get a good view at his hard on. Already knowing how he would react Randa grabbed his stiff hard dick sucking it as if she was held at gun point. Using her spit for lubrication she deep throated his entire dick until she was on the verge of throwing up. Right at his peak, Nodda shoved Randa head all the way down exploding loads of hot cum down her throat. She was not done; desiring more she undid her bra revealing her already erect nipples. They were nice and soft as a sponge. He held one in each hand and sucked both of them at the same time. It drove her wild letting them go. He sucked around her erect nipples. Randa felt her already wet pussy getting wetter than ever dripping juices sweet like honey down her mocha colored legs. Nodda slowly brought his tongue down to her stomach. Slowly licking her down until he found his destination. He also licked and sucked her pretty little toes. He used the index and middle finger to part her pinkish red pussy lips and the man in the boat was afloat. Nodda slowly licked her little friend until her pussy lips became sore and swollen. As he sucked her endlessly. As she moaned with indescribable pleasure. He stuck his long ass tongue in and out of her pussy and she went crazy in the bed. Her legs were wrapped around Nodda’s head. Her pussy was wet like the Atlantic Ocean or even wetter. Ooh! Nodda! Randa screamed loud. He flicked his tongue with speed and intensity. I’m cumming! Randa said and all her sweet juice rushed into his mouth as he sucked and nibbled on her clit. Nodda had mad love for Randa. In the hood we call women like Randa the wifey, the Baby, the #1. You know anything at the top of the charts. After coming up, Nodda stuck his tongue into Randa’s mouth. She was the perfect kisser, her tongue did tricks in his mouth. As she made it flicker, she thought of how good he had just pleased her, and returning the same favor. The feeling of pleasuring him made her heart swell. Randa pushed Nodda away and crawled directly between his legs and took his already hard dick in her mouth. Nodda tried reaching for Randa head but she moved his hands away and took full charge of the session. Randa licked every inch of it plus the balls before she took it all the way in her mouth until the head touched her tonsils. Nodda’s ass arched off the bed and he grabbed the sheets trying not to holla. Randa knew exactly what she was doing.

Dam Randa fuck! She fucked him up. She pushed him, pulled him, and sucked him. Nodda had a professional. Randa then slid her soaking wet tight pussy on his dick gripping his dick perfectly. He strained not to scream. The pussy was so good and tight, felt like he was in heaven. Her thick thighs was wrapped around him moving up and down like she was trying to win a trophy. Her juices dripped all down his balls. Oh, Nodda Randa cried. Nodda awoke at about 2:30pm that evening rolling over right back into Randa’s wet and tight pussy as her ass was hiked up in the air. He penetrated and shot a hot load of cum in her. Nodda got up out of the bed fully rested. He took a quick shower to start his day off right after finishing.

Say bae, I have to take care of some business. What are you about to get into? Well first I’m going to do a little shopping of course Randa reached her hand out. As Nodda reached inside his pocket and handed her a stack of hundred dollar bills. She kissed him, and walked to the bathroom. Nodda watched now her ass jiggled. He knew Randa had power and stroke with him off top, but he never let her see him break.

That’s a wrap, Nodda said as she came out the bathroom. Don’t ask me for nothing else this week. Are you serious? She said with puppy eyes. I can’t ask you for nothing else? All week. Not even that good jugg Nodda smiled and said Well maybe that". Randa walked off again to the bathroom to take a shower. She knew Nodda was talking out the side of his head. When she was done, Nodda was already gone in the wind. He walked out the door as soon as she was out of sight.

Chapter 2

On Nodda’s way down to his whip his phone rung. It was Dizzle calling him. He answered. Hello what’s up fam? What’s good I’m cooling Where you at with it, Nodda asked? You already know baby. Well Okay, I’ll meet you over by grams. One. Their call ended. Ms. Annie May had two houses, one in English Turn and one in the hood fully furnished. But Nodda and Dizzle didn’t want her uptown at all because things were too hot up there with the dope game and trigga play. They had been waiting patiently for months for this day to come to flood the streets with this Texas Mexican dope they heard so much about. You remember the 911 just to do it worldwide. That took over the city streets of New Orleans years earlier. This new product supposed to be shutting all that down. That was that undertaker. People od’d regularly, so you know word on the streets that this was that fire shit. Not low, fire dope easily exposed everybody who was somebody wanted in because when it came to Dizzle they knew his dope was raw as raw meat from the butcher. He ain’t stepping on nuthin. He always kept the best dope in the city. That went without saying. That kill bill. Nodda pulled up in his black on black vette with bullet proof panels, tricked out with all the bells and whistles. It wasn’t Choppa Proof, but fast enough to race tho. When he parked Dizzle Lexus coupe was sitting in front of Grams House and Jazzy’s Land Rover was also parked in the driveway. He always wished that his twin could have been a boy instead of a girl, because they were identical. Nodda hopped out of his whip and took about two steps then stopped for a second and looked around the huge luxury neighborhood. He felt like someone was watching him, but he brushed it off. When he entered everybody was in the kitchen as usual. He could hear them. He walked in the kitchen Grams was the first person who saw him.

Hey baby. Hey Mama, He said while giving her a bear hug, and kiss on the jaw. She was his heart. What’s popping Jazzy? Hey Boy. Where Becky at? Nodda asked. Right here why? She said hostile. What seems to be the problem? Nothing what’s good? Oh nothing, Becky said in a more calmer tone. What’s up Dizzle? You already know what it’s hitting for. Let’s make it do what it do, said Nodda. Before leaving Nodda looked at Jazzy and just shook his head. She had on some lil bity booty shorts, all her ass was hanging out and from the front her pussy print was showing. Jazzy was a bad lil red bone in the flesh. You make me sick girl, Nodda said with evil eyes. Nodda and Dizzle left out the door together. When they stepped on the porch, several different flicks were taken of both of them. Agent Power of the drug enforcement agency A-K-A the DEA was head of the operation to catch the two slickest doe boys they ever came in contact with. They were very smart, the operation was set up directly across the street in a two-story house. They actually had two agencies trying to catch Dizzle and Nodda even tho the feds were vicious; the state didn’t stand a chance with the type of money they carried. They were already bussing the game open like Teflon dons. Already two police officers are working in Alaska for harassing em, money talks. The task force consisted of agent Downhart and agent Drillings. All who wanted them dead or alive. But they played the backfield for their jobs’ safety. The psychological profile consisted of one Derrick Jefferson, 37 years of age, Black male, 5’11. College graduate Bachelor’s Degree in business, minored in Psychology, and he also studied Law at Louisiana State University. No arrests, no priors whatsoever.

The other profile consisted of, Darnell Jefferson AKA Nodda 30 years of age Black male light brown eyes with long hair 5’10 195 lbs. High school GED. Arrest record starts at age 13. Assault, battery, assault with a deadly weapon, intent to distribute crack, distribution, 2 murdas and 3 attempts and numerous of traffic violations.  But he also has no prior convictions. Money made the world go round and Robert Glass and Frank Desalvo was serious. Officer Downhart was a small pale faced man in his late 40’s. He’s been with the squad for 25 years. He had merits and recognition everywhere.

Then there’s agent Drillings, his sole purpose in life was to get the Jefferson Brothers off the street or in the grave. He feels their organization is ran real loyal. He can’t find a way in. They are labeled menace to society in his book. He is a very tall husky man 40 years old, with a scar from his lower cheek to the arch of his eyebrow; that made him look sinister.

Say Dizzle I stay feeling like I’m being followed or something. Stop blowing that purp, with your crazy ass, Dizzle said as they walked to Jazzy truck. A pink Land Rover with flakes in the paint. Nodda always chose her trucks because it gave the look he strived for. Dizzle stayed on point 24’7 while several pictures were taking from across the street.

Well call dude, tell him we are on the way, Nodda said. Aight Dizzle said. As Nodda lit up a hump. Because his intentions were absolutely right. He ain’t slipping.

The individual that they were referring to was Mr. Hector Gonzalez, AKA Richie Rich. He met Nodda and Dizzle on a fluke one weekend when they were on Bourbon Street and flew to Texas to mingle a little. They met two twin sistas from Houston Texas. Nodda and Dizzle was making it rain in the strip club and caught the eyes of a true boss. And the rest is history. But Nodda and Dizzle was put to the test business wise. Hector had a shitty pamper in his circle. He happily found out where the smell was coming from, and placed it in the hands of the brothers. Nodda was outside a restaurant puffing a camel non-filter with a 40 glock on his lap. He watched his prey from through the window. One hour later, Ramos came strolling out of the restaurant without a worry on his mind. Nodda hopped out of the car to meet him. When he saw Nodda, he smiled. They became close to each other. Hey me friend, Nodda gave him dap and a hug, but with his right hand was the 40 glock. Ramos never saw it coming. Nodda pulled the trigger two times and his brains jumped out of the side of his head. Nodda said, cutthroat ass Mexican and spitted on his dead body and walked off.

That was years ago, Nodda and Dizzle were doing extra good for themselves now. I mean extremely good. Nodda and Dizzle together were worth a good grip of bread, especially with their establishments.

Man I’m ready to give this life up, Dizzle said. Nodda mugged Dizzle, thinking you could never have too much bread. Paper made the world spin. Nodda shouted, Aiight. I hear you, but listen we are going to bring in mega bread off this lick. You missing the big picture. Them muthafuckas ain’t going to let us eat that good then break camp like Carl Lewis. Be for real. There are rules to live by die by think about it, Nodda said.

I mean you right, you have a good point, Dizzle said and shook his head. But dude just will have to just respect my mind. Nodda just looked at Dizzle because sometimes he didn’t make any sense. Nodda and Dizzle owned several grocery stores, a few beauty and barber shops and also they had urban stores because they were good with fashion. That’s all aside from all the criminal activities. They were both averaging a nice gross in a years’ time.

I don’t see why me and you just don’t stick to our legal establishments? All the businesses are doing well. Nodda wasn’t trying to hear the bullshit that Dizzle was popping. He craved for money. Years ago Nodda had fell on some state