Natural Gee 2: New Era: Natural Gee, #2

By Kasim Stevens

Imagine a man watching you for your whole life…watching your single mother struggle with you and your brother, until she died. Then add to the mix that this man, who turns out to be a drug czar, killed your only brother, then sits you down and informs you that he is your biological father…follow Light as he deals with this reality, with his woman LaLa by his side.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kasim Stevens
• Release date: Dec 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201318598

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Natural gee 2: New era

by

Kasim Stevens

Edited by

Tremaine Stevens

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One—The Double Dutch Girls

Chapter Two—Bad Mama Jamma

Chapter Three—Fix It Soon, Please!

Chapter Four—Shadeena & Candice

Chapter Five—Rules Is Rules

Chapter Six: Take One For The Team

Chapter Seven—Pimpin Eddie

Chapter Eight—Left Out Back

Chapter Nine—POP! POP! POP!

Chapter Ten—Can Someone Fill Me In?

Chapter Eleven—Like Clockwork Homeboy

Chapter Twelve—Slave No More

Chapter Thirteen—Making Daddy Happy

Chapter Fourteen—I Knew It Was Comin’

Chapter Fifteen—In-Fuckin’-Credible

Chapter Sixteen—Pressin’ Buttons

Chapter Seventeen—Guns, Crack & Jumprope

Chapter Eighteen—Like TIcks On A Dog

Chapter  Nineteen—Serendipity

Twenty — Back In The Stride Again

Twenty-One—Double-Dutch, Double Murder

Epilogue

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Prologue

It was Saturday night, 'La Palma Tropical’ was jam packed, as it was every weekend. It was safe to say that this was a successful business, and it was owned by Luis Santiago. Calling this place just a bar, or restaurant or even just a lounge would be an understatement. Luis had just introduced a young up and comer to the stage. Enrique Iglesias, and he absolutely killed it. His set was over and done but the people were still just pouring in. 

The house band was top of the game best. They played everything from Salsa to 

Meringue to Disco. The dance floor stayed packed. The kitchen served the finest SpanishAmerican cuisine. Luis was working the crowd, kissing cheeks, shaking hands, comping drinks and meals. 

Then after being on his feet for hours, he needed a break so he decided to go in the office and take a load off. He got to his office and went in. He had it custom made to be sound proof.  What a refreshing change he said to himself as he closed the door. He went in the bathroom to take a leak, then sat at his desk, went in his desk drawer and pulled out a small tin of cocaine. He poured a little pile and made a few lines, snorted then chased it down with some rum that was already on his desk. 

It had never occurred until just now to lift his head up. That’s when he realized that his low awareness would directly contribute to his death. 

Buenos Noches Luis, it’s been a while. Said the Old man as he sat patiently in a chair at the far side of the office with his legs crossed, hands on his lap. His Grandson stood at his side frozen like a British Royal Guard. 

Luis: Uh, Señor Juan! I was gonna call you I swear. 

Señor Juan: Yes, I’m sure that you was. When you were good and ready of course.

Luis: Please, if you can just give me a little more time. 

Señor Juan: Ahh,.. True that I have almost everything that a man could ever want. But time is the one luxury that I don’t have. Now, you came to me six months ago, you said you want to open a club. But you had no money. Me, Juan, I always want to help my friends. How much do you need? You said $80,000. I give you $80,000. In return you allow me a lifetime partnership at 35% and you agreed. 

Luis: (Runs to the safe and opens it) I have 100k in here and $35,000 is yours. 

Señor Juan: Lo Siento (I’m Sorry) the time for that has passed. What I have here is a paper. And you will sign it, and when you do I will have 65% ownership and you will be left with only 35%. I must protect my reputation. Take this only remaining option and we may remain friends.

Luis: (As a result of his constant drinking and drug use, he had been making bad choices. And since he had already been doing so then why stop now? Fueled by a mixture of Rage ,alcohol, and Ya-Yo. Luis had went into the desk drawer and gripped his trusty.38. But this time it had betrayed him. Click!, Click!, Click!)

Señor Juan: Please forgive me, being an OldMan it slipped my mind to tell you that while I was waiting for you I had removed your bullets. Just as a precaution. However, the dynamics of this situation have now changed and so have your options. And for this too I was prepared. This is a different paper for you to sign giving me full ownership of this establishment. 

Luis: And why would I do that, Aren’t I as good as dead anyway? 

Señor Juan: Ahh, but your family, Su Mama, Papa, your wife and children will live. You sign, I give you one bullet and you take your own life for the disrespect. And you get to keep your honor as well. 

After being left with virtually no other choice, Luis Santiago had reluctantly performed this deed. Señor Juan sat motionless with gun drawn as he watched Luis sign the paper, put the .38 in his mouth, cock then squeeze. His body slumped as the back half of his head was erased by Hollow Point. Then Señor Juan said to his grandson, Now muchacho, that is how you get a night club.

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Chapter One—The Double Dutch Girls

Red, black, and white. Those were the colors of the Mustang 5.0’s that belonged to three of the original members of the Young Bucks. They were all kitted out with spoilers and two racing stripes up the middle from back to front. Hands had the black, Tiz had the red, and Malik drove the white one. There were also a couple of Kawasaki 600 dirt bikes in the motor pool. They were known as Big 6s back then. They belonged to Slave and Ralphie. They were all suited up in leather outfits matching their bikes. These were the Young Bucks, or popularly known as the 'YBs’. They were all just chilling on Barbey St., the block where the playground that they had occupied most of their lives had been. Just flossin’, totally upgraded and feeling it as well. 

Malik: Yo, last year we was jus 5 little ragamuffins, dead ass lookin for the come-up. Now the whole team strong. We got whips and plenty bread. (He said as he passed the blunt to Hands)

Tiz: First of all my nicca, ya Moms is a Ragamuffin. 

Hands: Umm, y’all know y’all got the same Moms right? (Hits blunt and passes to Tiz.)

Tiz: True indeed, I’m