Foul Kisses

By Son of Winter

In foul kisses you will go on a fast paced journey through the concrete jungle with Lola and her B.G.B. (Bitches got bands) crew. To manuever in the zoo of the concrete jungle Lola and her B.G.B. will need cunningness, strategy, strength and most of all luck. The trials and tribulations that the streets offer females in what’s deemed a mans game will have them beg to differ as they soon learn that some circumstances will change anyone forever leaving you with the remnant of a foul kiss.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781669800118

Son of Winter

Son of Winter (R. Danz) is an author, strategic thinker and a hustler by nature. He is a native of Long Island New York, grew up in Hempstead and Westbury, New York, yet has ventured to many places beyond. Although excelling academically in his schooling he did not take a course in writing, it came as a natural talent and passion and has become a release of some sort for him. He has worked in many fields; wall covering, kitchen and bath remodeling, warehouse labor, Equestrian coaching and Title Insurance for real estate, to name a few. Son of Winter is a father of five children; three sons and two stepdaughters and has a foundation of family, as he believes in family first. ‘We as a people are all family in the struggle to achieve in life.’ As he writes for all occasions, his goal is to bring enjoyment and entertainment in his writings to the reader. Depending on the nature of the writing he hopes to guide, enhance, sooth, calm, or simply give a release from the everyday trials and tribulations of life. In each and every writing the Son of Winter will promise to give you Artic Influence…Prestige Performance and a Passion for Innovative writing. Live, suffer and celebrate!

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Prologue

Chapter 1     It Was All Good A Week Ago

Chapter 2     Muddy Waters

Chapter 3     Under Gray Skies

Chapter 4     Raindrops Keep Falling

Chapter 5     Dead Man’s Game

Chapter 6     Appetite For Dilemma

Chapter 7     Pandemonium Pulse

Chapter 8     Season Of The Toe Tag, No Tulips

Chapter 9     Bevy Of Circumstances

Chapter 10   All Bets Are Final

Acknowledgments

First and foremost, I would like to thank my higher power for giving me life, family, health, and the talent to write these incredible stories. Next I’d like to thank the readers and all those continue to look forward to the tales I weave and embark on the journey my writings bring forth. To my mother Caryn Danzy who has always been and forever will be my fighting spirit as she pushes me to never give up on my dreams. And to all those that love me, guide me, and stand by me right, wrong, or indifferent. You all know who you are, always know I appreciate you.

Sincerely,

Son of Winter

Prologue

Damien Gray (Dreamz) and Lorean McCoy (Lola) had been together for four-and-a-half years. In that time, they’d been through numerous trials and tribulations that have tested the fibers of the relationship. Lola stuck by Dreamz through it all from when he was pitching dimes and twenties to copping and slinging byrds. And although Dreamz had a side bite here and there, it was a known fact Lola was where his heart and home was at. Today, Lola was up early on the phone with the BMW dealer. It was 2013, and she was riding in a 2009 5 series. It was damn near in mint condition, so it was cool, but it was time for an update. Lola had been on Dreamz’ back about upgrading her car for months. Especially since he was riding in a 2013 Cadillac Coupe V12. The way she saw it, she more than deserved it for being everything Dreamz needed in a woman. After confirming her custom BMW X6 with the dealer, which was vanilla with the scarlet guts, it was time to get Dreamz out of bed. Babe, Babe, come on. It’s eleven o’clock already. Get up, Lola said in a fake whining voice. She sat on the bed, and she put her hands under the cover and started playing with her man’s dick, while smiling mischievously, thinking this will get his ass up.

Dreamz awoke with a smile. Good morning, Babe, Dreamz said. Lola just smiled and licked her lips and put her hair in a ponytail like she was about to get busy giving some mean morning head. You up now, Babe? asked Lola. Stretching, smiling, and hard as a cold pole in the winter, Dreamz said, I’m definitely up now, and winked at Lola. Good, then let’s get ready to go, Lola said, while tucking Dreamz’ hard on back in his boxers and getting up. With a baffled look on his face, Dreamz hopped up and said, ...but, but, Baby, you can’t just leave him like this. Laughing, Lola replied, Boy, please, if we don’t go get my car you better get used to abstinence cause this candy store is closed indefinitely. Oh, no, ma, you trippin’ we up outta here right now, Dreamz responded, while rushing to get dressed. Laughing her ass off, Lola teased, Love you, Snookums, and went to the bathroom to finish her hair. Yes, whatever, but I’m busting that ass tonight, Dreamz replied, laughing. In the car, as her and Dreamz made their way to the dealership, Lola called up one of her girls by the name of She-She. Sherease Jenkins was her name, but to the streets, she was pretty brown She-She. There were four girls total to their little clique of bad bitches. Gloria Legione (Glo) who was Italian, but grew up in Brooklyn’s Crown Heights, so she was an honorary black girl and acted so with an Italian twist. Amanda Green (Mandi) who was the youngest of the crew, who was what is known as a red bone for her high, yellow, pretty complexion. Together with Lola and She-She, they were the B.G.B. (Bitches Got Bands). Lola was the more or less the unofficial leader of the group. She, herself, was a mulatto, white mother, black father. The B.G.B. only fuck with money getting dudes, yet they were far from gold-diggers. They were scammers, so they got their own money, and if you needed a credit card or a fake check, the B.G.B. were the ones to see, and everyone from Baldwin to Brooklyn knew it. She-She answered the phone on the third ring. What’s up, bitch? Bitches got bands, Lola replied. Bitches always got bands, She-She responded. You know that shit, anyway, I’m on my way to the dealership to hop my pretty ass in an X6, Lola said with a Kool Aid grin. Bout time. Shit, tell Dreamz he lucky cause we was about to rob his ass, She-She said, playfully. I know, right? Lola said, while looking at Dreamz with the fake mad look, shaking his head, laughing. Dreamz said, Whatever, shit, bitches got bands, then why the fuck y’all don’t upgrade her yourself? Playfully jerking her neck, snapping her fingers, Lola said, ...uuum cause they not eating this good pussy. You are, snapping her fingers in a circle motion and laughing. You tell ‘em, bitch, She-She said. Dreamz looked over like he was in deep thought and said, That’s probably how I got these damn cavities. Lola made a fist and said, Keep playing and I’ll knock them shits out. She-She heard what Dreamz said and was on the other end of the phone laughing her ass off and said, Girl, he’s too much! I’m done with y’all. Holla when you on new wheels. I’m going to meet Mandi and Glo at Flame Grill Buffet. Ok, I’ll be there soon. Take y’all time, Lola said, then hung up.

When Dreamz and Lola pulled into the lot, there was a black Charger with limo tint three cars behind that had been tailing them since they left the house. Detective Bernstein and Rodriguez of the B.S.O. (Bureau of Special Operations) had been on Dreamz for the last year trying to knock him off and out of the game. The two prior attempts had failed. It seemed like Dreamz was always two steps ahead, and his lawyer was definitely courtroom savvy. Dreamz and his man Brian Boyd aka B-Boi, and Nesean Larcena aka Young Stunna, had been getting to the money bag for a little over four years now, and happened to have a good portion of Long Island on lock or, as they like to call it, Long Money Island.

As Dreamz and Lola got out of the car, they were greeted by the salesperson who Lola had been driving crazy all week. He was more than happy to give Lola her damn car. Seeing the excitement on Lola’s face, Dreamz said, Go ahead, Baby, go get ya stunt on. I’ll take care of the paperwork. Lola didn’t need to be told twice. She thanked the salesman, kissed Dreamz, and was pulling off before Dreamz and the salesman started walking to the office. Watching Lola pull out of the lot in her vanilla white BMW X6 were Detectives Bernstein and Rodriguez. Shaking his head, Bernstein says, That’s the last purchase that bastard, Damien Gray, will be making for a long time. We still don’t have anything worthwhile on the other two, Brian Boyd and the young kid, stated Rodriguez. Looking at the passenger in the back seat, Bernstein said, Thanks to our buddy in the back seat, we’ll nail Dreamz to the wall this time, and then we can get to the other two jackasses. Ain’t that right, buddy ole pal? Bernstein asked. Pillz had gotten pulled over for smoking weed while driving and had just got 100 grams on consignment from Dreamz. Already having five state bids under his belt, he hopped on the get out of jail free bandwagon. They kept him for two days then made him sign a Cooperate and Testify agreement then sent him back to see Dreamz. If Dreamz would have followed his gut instinct that something was off, he’d still be riding around getting it. Being that Pillz is the brother to his old side chick before Lola, and they still were cool, he let it pass. Pillz looked out the window and thought to himself, I’m going down south after this. Forgive me, Dreamz, but you’ll be aight. Then Pillz looked back and forth between the two detectives and said, Let’s just get this shit over with. Yeah, yeah, don’t get your panties in a bunch, Bernstein said before telling Rodriguez to go ahead and tell the other units to stand by. Getting ready to leave the dealership, instinctively Dreamz looked around tryna to shake an all of a sudden funny feeling.

Stepping in his Caddy Coupe, Dreamz hit B-Boi’s line. After two rings, he answered. Bro, what’s the deal? Ain’t shit, Bro, just leaving the dealership for Lola. Where niggs at tho? Dreamz asked. I’m out east. Just finished busting a trap in Lindenhurst. I’m headed back that way now, said B-Boi. Ok. Where’s Young Stunna at? I ain’t heard from his young ass since yesterday, Dreamz said.

Laughing, B-Boi said, Man the young boy finally got his hands on that fine young Spanish joint, Silvia. Fuck outta here! I dead ass was gunning for her. I was going to try making her my PYT (pretty young thing). I think she just turned 20, damn, Bro, Dreamz said, while smiling in thought. B-Boi, smiling as well said, You know Young Stunna be snatching all the young joints. Facts tho, said Dreamz. As Dreamz pulled out of the dealership, he noticed an all-black Charger. He could tell by the tints that it had to be pigs with tints so dark they were illegal. Then he noticed a steel-gray Impala with an antenna at the top hopped in front of him peeping the scene just as he was starting to tell B-Boi how hot it’s looking today (police wise). Flashing lights were in back of him and in front of him. Dreamz knew this couldn’t be routine. This had bullshit written all over it. Yo, B-Boi, my niggs mad Ds just boxed me in and flashed the lights on me. Get with my girl and Young Stunna and you know the routine, Bro, Dreamz said. Fuck, Bro, where you at tho? B-Boi asked. I’m on Old Country Road in Westbury, replied Dreamz, then in exasperation said, Gotta be shitting me. It’s fucking Bernstein and Rodriguez from B.S.O. Before the line hung up on Dreamz side of the phone, knowing trouble was up ahead and wondering if they were all soon to be jammed up, B-Boi pushed the pedal to the metal on the Southern State Parkway and went to deliver the bad news and figure out their next move. Placing a call to Young Stunna. After three or four rings, he answered. What’s the word, big Bro? asked Young Stunna. With a heavy sigh, B-Boi said, Hop out the pussy and get with me. We got issues. Say less. Where we meeting at? asked Young Stunna. Meet me at the crib, the one in Freeport, B-Boi replied.

One

It Was All Good A Week Ago

Lola and her B.G.B.s were standing in the parking lot of the Flame Grill looking like who they were. Bitches Got Bands. You couldn’t tell them they weren’t winning. Glo had a 2013 Mercedes CLK, She-She had a 2013 Porsche truck, Lola was in her 2013 BMW X6, and Mandi, the youngest in the B.G.B., had her 2012 Acura RL standing there in their foreign everything – shoes, clothes, cars, and bags, yeah, they were definitely winning, then Lola got the phone call that would change the course for her. Noticing Lola on the phone with a pained expression on her face, Mandi asked, Girl, what’s wrong?, which caused all the chatter to stop as everyone looked at Lola. Taking the phone from her ear in a daze as a single tear spilled from her eye, Lola said, B.S.O. just locked Dreamz up.

Young Stunna pulled up to the crib in Baldwin where B-Boi was already waiting. The last few years had been good to them. It was all about designer everything. Dreamz, although locked up, had a triple black Cadillac Coupe V12, B-Boi was in an Audi A8 and Young Stunna had the Lexus IS 450. They all had their own luxury apartments with Dreamz and Young Stunna having theirs in Baldwin and B-Boi’s in West Hempstead in the Jewish area. They also had two cribs that they all shared – one in Freeport near the Nautical Mile and the other in Lakeview - that only they knew about and no one, not even their girls, were allowed at. As Young Stunna parked and hopped out of the car, he approached B-Boi. Damn, Bro, what the fuck happened? Young Stunna asked. Shaking his head, B-Boi looked at Young Stunna and said, Dreamz got a sale for 100 grams. He said he don’t know if we’re in the clear or not but for us to lay low ‘til he knows everything. What’s his bail? asked Young Stunna. $350K bond/$200K cash, said B-Boi. With a confused look on his face, Young Stunna asked, So what the fuck we waiting on. Let’s go get our boy out.

I wish, B-Boi responded, then said, Any money and/or collateral has to be submitted to a hearing so they can determine if it’s drug proceeds or property obtained through drug money. We’ll fuck around and lose the houses or whatever money we put up. Feeling hopeless, Young Stunna took a seat next to B-Boi on the steps, sighed deeply, and said, You gotta be shitting me. We got more than enough money and properties and can’t even use them? Shit, this fucking sucks. Tell me about it, B-Boi said. They both sat there for a minute in their thoughts. They’d been through situations before but were always so careful that it was always circumstantial or word of mouth from some snitch ass niggs but never evidence to back anything up. They’d been doing the damn thing a few years and pretty much did and had what they wanted. B-Boi pulled up a picture of them on his phone and stared at it. Young Stunna looked at it and smiled at the caption on the picture (bosses only hang with bosses). Dreamz, 26 years old, brown skin with waves, 5’10 and an athletic physique. B-Boi, 26 years old, dark skin, 5’8, heavyset but not fat. He was all solid with a dark Caesar. And Young Stunna, the baby boy of the crew at 22 years old, half Puerto Rican, half Brazilian, with a Hennessy complexion, slim build, around same height as B-Boi, and he had two long braids on each side that fell down to his shoulders. The picture they were looking at was from three nights ago at the club called White Pearl in Baldwin. Snapping out of the daze, B-Boi said, Fuck it. We gonna figure it out and keep pushing it to the limit no matter what as long as we good, Dreamz gonna be right. Say less, Young Stunna said, then asked, When Dreamz gonna hit ya line again? After he meets with lawyer and gets all the details, replied B-Boi. Out of nowhere, B-Boi started laughing. Confused, Young Stunna asked, Bro, fuck is you laughing at? In between laughs, B-Boi said, My niggs, you just got the bitch sitting in the car all this time? No radio, windows rolled up. She’s looking like a sick puppy in limbo. Smiling at his bad, Young Stunna said, Chill, Bro, don’t blow it up. I dead ass forgot I had her with me. She probably madder than a motherfucker on the low, he said, while now giggling. B-Boi said, Yeah, she definitely gonna give you the business. Starting to walk off, Young Stunna said, Na, Bro. She’s my baby. She gonna be a niggs wife. Your young ass open off that pussy. You lucky Dreamz ain’t get her, B-Boi said. Laughing, Young Stunna said, I already know. That’s why I snatched her first and locked it down. She’s mine now. Facts though, B-Boi said. What’s so funny? Silvia asked, as Young Stunna got in the car with a funny look on his face. Ain’t a thang, Babe, Young Stunna said, as he tried to give her a kiss. Uh, huh, Silvia said, as she looked at him sideways and smiled, then said, I’m leaving you with a hard dick waiting on me like you left me in the car waiting on you. Right, you got it, wifey, said Young Stunna as he maneuvered through traffic. Jokingly giving him the finger, Silvia said, Oh, man, now a bitch wifey. We’ll see, then she kissed Young Stunna.

Lola was sitting in the living room of their apartment drinking Grand Cru by Remy Martin and blowing on some good ole’ purple haze while she waited for Dreamz to call back. The first time he called she was at her mother’s house in Elmont where she kept her stash. Lola was grabbing every dollar she had to get Dreamz out before he called and told her to sit tight. He told her not to worry; he had close to $150K in the house, another $85K buried in the back of one of the properties, which threw Lola off ‘cause as far as she knew, Dreamz and his mans only had one property, but she decided to get into that later if need be. $60K was all Lola had to her name, but she’d give that and a piece of herself if it meant freeing Dreamz. The lawyer was already pre-paid on retainer just for situations like this, so he was good unless the legal fees went over the $25K that was given for retainer. While they were on the phone, Dreamz’s name was called for a lawyer visit. He told Lola he’d call her back. Now, she was staring at the phone like she could will it to ring mentally. Dreamz’s lawyer, Raymond Pearlien, hugged him, sat down, then got straight to business, looked at Dreamz and said, Damien, this time we might actually have a problem. They claim to have a confidential informant who will testify as to the fact he did, in fact, purchase 100 grams of crack cocaine from you. Without giving it thought, Dreamz said, That’s impossible. My circle’s tight, and I know everyone I deal with. With a look of skepticism, Dreamz’s lawyer asked, Are you sure about that, Dreamz? and then slid a paper across the table to Dreamz. Nassau County and the people vs. Damien Gray. The defendant, Damien Gray, on the date of April 10, 2013, at a location of 97 Fulton Avenue, Hempstead, NY 11550, at said place of Stella’s Diner, did, unlawfully, possess and distribute 100 grams of crack cocaine for sale to a confidential informant for a U.S. currency amount of $4,000. Damien Gray, being the defendant and believed to be the executor of the aforementioned crime, is charged with an A2 felony, signed Katherine Hess, A.D.A. All Dreamz could do was put his head down in disappointment because he knew exactly who he sold the drugs to at Stella’s Diner. It had only been one person. When Dreamz looked up, he said, OK, so now what? Raymond said, I take it you know who it was? And if so, can you have someone speak with him or get him out of town for the next couple of months? You’ll have to sit six months to a year, but at trial, we’ll wipe the floor with the A.D.A. as long as they don’t have that witness. Dreamz smiled an evil grin and said, He’s going out of town aight; straight to hell when my people catch up with him. I figured as much, that’s why it’s best for you to sit tight while your guys take care of this. You can’t be blamed for something out there while you’re in here. Raymond winked and asked, Catch my drift? Dreamz shook his head and said, Say no more. It’ll be taken care of. Getting up and preparing to leave, Raymond shook Dreamz’s hand, and said, See that it gets done for your sake, and have B-Boi and the young one get in touch with me after. With that, Raymond walked out leaving Dreamz in deep thought...when the grass ain’t low, you never see the snakes ‘til they’re at your door.

Lola had dozed off but had awoken to a knock at the door. Getting up, she looked at the time on her Michelle K watch, thinking what the fuck is taking Dreamz so long to get back to me? Lola opened the door to see B-Boi and Young Stunna standing there. Stepping through the door, she was hugged and greeted by, Sis, what up? from them both, as they made their way to the living room and sat down. After taking a seat, Young Stunna said, Sis, you aight? We came to make sure you ain’t need anything and see if you spoke with Dreamz. Just as Lola was about to speak up, the phone rang. Lola flew to the phone, damn near stumbling over B-Boi’s feet, as she passed him. She snatched up the phone and pressed talk in one motion. What’s up with you? You sound out of breath, Dreamz asked. Cause I was running for the phone, responded Lola, then looked at B-Boi, who was laughing, and said, Shut up, niggs, it ain’t funny, and playfully gave him the finger. A little confused, Dreamz asked, Who you talking to? B-Boi and Young Stunna here. They just got here to check on me and see if I heard back from you. I miss my niggs already and you more than anything, Babe. Never forget you’re my sunrise and my sunset and a thousand kisses wouldn’t be enough to express my love, Dreamz said. With tears in her eyes, Lola said, I love you, Damien, and for as long as my heart beats, it’ll beat a rhythm of our love. Smiling and making kissy faces at B-Boi, Young Stunna gestured for a hug from B-Boi, teasing Lola and Dreamz. Smiling at Young Stunna’s antics. Lola said, Keep it up, Young Stunna. I spank ya young ass. Putting on a fake, pouting face, Young Stunna sat back down. Dreamz said, Babe, let me talk with B-Boi. Grabbing the phone, B-Boy asked, What’s happening, Bro? Remember that time I went to eat at Stella’s? asked Dreamz. After a moment of thought, B-Boi said, Yeah, when you shared $100 meal with ole boy? Well, the food was terrible, and he complained to the FDA, Dreamz replied. That’s crazy. Say less. I’m giving the phone back to Lola. Love ya, Bro. Hold up your head, B-Boy said, before handing the phone back to Lola. Lola could tell by the look on B-Boi’s face that something was wrong. When she got back on the phone with Dreamz, he was telling her he loved her and would call back later, so she never got to ask what he said to B-Boi, and B-Boi and Young Stunna were headed out the door. She ran and caught them at the door. B-Boi, what’s going on? Lola asked. B-Boi looked at her and said, Don’t worry about it, Sis, but we know who and how Dreamz got caught up. What? How and when? Knowing if he couldn’t give her at least a little info, she was gonna drive him insane, he told her the bare minimum. A niggs named Pillz, who he thought was cool ‘cause his sister, Antoinette, used to be friends with Dreamz. Lola and B-Boi just stared at each other for a second, and Lola knew no more needed to be said. Pillz’s days were numbered, and if Lola ever caught Antoinette, her ass was getting it too. Young Stunna knew the way B-Boi had said, It’s time to go, after the phone convo with Dreamz, that it was time to do one of the favorite things he liked to do. Although Young Stunna was somewhat of a pretty boi when it came to gun smoke, he was motivated differently, to say the least. If anyone asked about young boi in the streets, you’d get the same answer from damn everyone: Young fly nigga that gets to the money bag, keeps a pretty broad, and definitely plays with hammers heavy. Occasionally, you’ll hear, Fuck, Young Stunna, in a whisper ‘cause bet your ass it won’t be said loud. They all, by their own rights, were respected, but Young Stunna wasn’t only respected; he was known for being unpredictable.

As they pulled off from Lola’s house, B-Boi ran down what Dreamz had told him and that it was time to teach a lesson to the streets. Young Stunna didn’t even reply. He was looking out the window thinking what kind of hammer he was gonna perform artwork with, ‘cause to Young Stunna gun play was an art.

Glo, She-She, and Mandi were all in She-She’s truck on the way to Lola’s to help their comrade take her mind off of stress for a while. Glo had two bottles of Patron Platinum and Mandi had some loud to smoke on.

Pillz was at his cousin Antoinette’s crib waiting on some work. She knew about what Pillz did to Dreamz, but her turned foul ass said, It’s fucked up, but sometimes you got to do what you got to do. Antoinette was like a homie in the hood to a lot of niggs. She had put in work with many, whether it be getaway driver, pistol disposal, line a niggs up, or allowing her spot to become a trap spot. She was always known to be with the shits. However, after a case that landed her in the feds for four years, it was said that she had changed and was moving funny. Antoinette looked out the window as a car pulled up, looked at Pillz, and said, Pass the motherfucking ‘L’ and go get the door. That nigga, Gunns, is here. Pillz passed the ‘L’, said Say less, and went to get the door for Gunns. Gunns, a cousin from Brooklyn to Antoinette and Pillz, had a team of money takers known as the goon squad. Ironically, they had just caught some dudes slipping and took ‘em for two byrds and 80 bands. Moving work wasn’t their thing, so Gunns called Antoinette to see if dudes in Long Island needed work. She talked him into hitting Pillz with a byrd at a time. Pillz opened the door as Gunns and his right-hand-man, Taz, walked in. A, yo, TT, Gunns called out, which was Antoinette’s nickname. What good, Cuz? Gunns tossed an eighth of granddad to Pillz and said, Roll up, Bro. That’s my man, Taz. Taz, that’s my cousin, Pillz, and that’s TT coming down the stairs. Fuck is up, niggs. I see you out the taking what they makin’, huh? Antoinette said. You know that shit me and my niggs get money the fast way, ski mask way, Gunns replied. I hear that. So, what’s really good? Pillz asked. Gunns nodded his head at Taz and said, Give him the bag, Bro. Walking over to Pillz, Taz sat the bag on the table next to him and opened it up. Inside was a whole byrd of pure fish