Bounce Back

By Baby Cash Houston

The game has it’s ups and downs for the upcoming Millionaire, Mill as he wrestles his way to the top experiencing the betrayals and perilousness that being in the game will surely bring.
The Question is, do he have what it takes to overcome the insurmountable odds against him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669859017

Baby Cash Houston

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Bounce Back

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Baby Cash Houston

Copyright © 2023 by Baby Cash Houston.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 12/06/2022

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1   Bounce Back

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7   Old City Lights! Trust Nobody

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22   Misery and Its Company

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29   Good luck is a skill

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

About the Author

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I HAVE TO GIVE shoutouts to where they are due. First, it’s a must I thank God for giving me the strength and breath to make this thang take place. For those who stuck by me and held me down when no one was around. I can’t count many, but less is more. Real never fades, but I learned a valuable lesson while writing this book. People want credit for doing something when they haven’t done anything at all. If you want something done right in life, do it yourself, because nobody cares about you and yours like you do.

Beauty never existed, so it’s all about the Beast ’cause I know what it’s really about. So fucc the Beauty of the game. It’s about moving past obstacles and overcoming the chump shit. If you can handle that, we all know the rest gone lay down for us ’cause we deserve that.

I need to give some special shoutouts to Cashton and Emori (Sassy). Pomona, California; Moreno Valley, California; Waterloo, Iowa; New Orleans, especially Dallas, Texas. D-Town stand up in style. I want to thank all of my fans and supporters and those who gave words of encouragement during this project. Funky Town up in this bitch as well. All that got a little salty with me and asked about who was Beauty. Beauty is nobody. That was a mistake that never should’ve touched the covers of my book. So please be informed that I have no idea who that is.

I’d like to give thanks to all my family and friends. Y’all know who y’all are. No need for names. Can’t stop, won’t stop. I leave as I came.

                Gravefully yours,

Sog Baby Ca$h Houston

CHAPTER 1

Bounce Back

S YNOPSIS OF THE story: The game has its ups and downs for the upcoming millionaire Mill as he wrestles his way to the top, experiencing the betrayals and perilousness that being in the game will surely bring.

The question is, does he have what it takes to overcome the insurmountable odds against him?

Look, look, Milton, as Dre nudged and tapped Mill on his arm, a little too hard for his taste, bringing about a frown to his pecan-colored face.

Mill said, Nigga, what the fuck your problem is hitting me like that and calling out my real name knowing we sitting in front of Wanda’s house at that? I told you not to be saying my name like that, man. And with Mill saying what he had to say and wondering what had Dre so excited, turned to look down the street and saw what Dre was all hype about.

Damn, my bad, my nigga, but you act like that’s not your name or something, Dre said as he returned the frown Mill had.

Mill just looked at Dre and replied with his voice strained and dripping with anger, Nigga, why you always on that bullshit knowing these hoes talk too much. I don’t need them having the up on me because you always doing that hoe-ass playing and shit, nigga.

Dre said, Damn, my nigga, I said my bad. I ain’t finna keep apologizing and shit, but check out ya girl in that badass 750i, nigga.

Mill said, Yeah, that’s a bad mutha fucka, but before the summer out, imma have her calling me Millionaire. And Dre laughed loud and said, Nigga, get the fuck on with that dreaming. She not even seeing you. And on top of that, look at the old-ass Jordans you got on.

Mill looked down and became conscious of his shoes that he had on, but he and Stinky C had just come from fucking with Stinky C’s dogs and they had on the clothes that were fit to be fucking with dogs that day, old shit.

Mill was getting ready to cap back at Dre ’cause Dre’s girl hustled and they still wore old shit all the time, but Diamond pulled up and Mill cut his conversation short as Diamond’s BMW stopped in front of Wanda’s house and her door opened. When she put her foot out, you could see the red bottoms she had on as one leg hit the ground with the rest of her body still inside. Bringing the rest of her body out, you could see why she’d be a threat to a lot of niggas and bitches ’cause she prided herself in looking magazine ready wherever she went.

Diamond was a dark-skinned beauty that stood around 5’4", with a nice shape on her and some big titties that sat up straight without a bra. She had slanted eyes that gave her that China doll look. But what was so intimidating about her was her hustle and the way she does things. She never showed up with a hair or nail outta place, and Mill sat there dreading that he even came around looking like he did. But he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was back on his game, and if a bitch knew what was real, then regardless of his attire a bitch was going to see that his potential was solid. And that alone would be his calling card.

Diamond was walking toward the porch they were sitting on and Mill was looking down the street. Diamond, always wanting to get Mill’s attention, saw him looking for somebody else. And right when Diamond was getting to the porch, Dre’s baby moma, Shantel, busted out the door and said, Hey, Diamond, as Diamond ignored her, still looking at Mill.

Mill kept looking down the street like Diamond wasn’t there, and when she looked at Dre and Shantel, they had their eyes on her. And not liking the fact that Mill’s eyes weren’t on her, Diamond spoke. Hey, Mill.

Mill looked at her then and said, Hey, what’s up, Diamond, and kept looking back down the street.

Dre said, Damn, that’s all you see out here?

Diamond nodded at Dre and looked back at Mill.

Mill was thinking this nigga Dre a mutha fucka. He was so fucked up and wanted to be the center of attention so bad until he’d play himself in front of a hoe, knowing that bitches don’t want nobody they know they can have.

Dre was the kind of nigga who tried to play off another nigga, and that was going to be his downfall ’cause some niggas take certain shit seriously. And had Mill been any other nigga, he would’ve checked Dre for what he said, but the last thing he wanted to do was entertain Dre with Diamond and give Dre a reason to say a nigga went up under him, knowing he was never even in the race.

Diamond was standing there, still ignoring Shantel, who was just grinning and waiting for Diamond to acknowledge her, she said, Mill, have my girl been through here?

Mill, knowing who she was talking about but knowing just like she knew that if her girl Sassy was around her car would be right where she parked hers, but knowing he had her where he wanted her, said, I don’t know. I just got over here and I ain’t saw nobody.

Diamond, wanting to keep the conversation going, said, You know which one of my homegirls I’m talking about, right?

Mill said, Naw, not really. And Diamond said, Mill, stop playing, boy. You know Sass my only homegirl I’d be looking for.

And Mill, still looking down the street, said, Yeah, I figured, but naw, I don’t know, Diamond.

Diamond walked up the stairs, stopping right in front of Mill, and said, Well, if she comes through and you out here, can you let me know? And Mill said, Yeah, I got you. And Diamond looked at him again, admiring his waves, and walked into Wanda’s house.

She never acknowledged Shantel, and Mill wondered how Dre let his baby moma boost and hustle for them and not have anything to show for it. Mill knew they had a baby together and Dre has done a little hustling here and there, but Shantel had Diamond and her crew fresh daily, and Mill didn’t understand that.

Shantel was on the chubby side but she had a shape that went well with her frame, and she wasn’t ugly at all. Shantel was tall for a female, standing 5’8", but she had a fat ass and a nice body that went well with her height. And plus, she didn’t have to wear weave ’cause her hair was long, but she always wore it in a ponytail and never seemed to care much about herself, only her crew.

In her mind, she was doing a lot better than most recycled weave and wig-wearing bitches ’cause it was known her crew of homegirls was getting to the money and just to be tied in with them was a status symbol for Shantel.

Diamond stepped inside the house, and like always, Wanda and the other homegirl Naye were sitting at the kitchen table, and Wanda was doing what she did best: running her mouth. Wanda, seeing Diamond step in looking good and smelling good, said, Bitch, that nigga Don keep asking about you. And Diamond turned her lip up like she’d smelled something funky, and said, Bitch, I ain’t fucking with Don. He got me fucked up ’cause I’m waiting on Mill to get his game up and imma put him up in it. And Wanda said, Bitch, that mutha fucka paid, I’m telling you. And Diamond said, I am too, but I ain’t fucking with him. What Diamond wanted to say was that after knowing he fucked on Wanda, Diamond sho wasn’t going to fuck after her.

Wanda was the talk of the town and the talk in the town. Wanda had a real fat ass and a body niggas would die and kill for ’cause she was just that fine. But once you knew her and how she loved sucking dick and fucking, you’d understand why she didn’t have any steady dude. Wanda was about the same height as Shantel, but Wanda had hips with her shape and she had a real Coke-bottle figure. Her face was decent as well, and she had what everyone called some dick-sucking lips that stayed so glossed up until you’d swear she was auditioning for some kinda lip gloss commercial. She and Naye were the baddest chicks as far as being super fine.

Naye was one of those slim thick chicks with a slim waist and an ass that was round and looked like it belonged to an Amazon bitch, but in proper proportion. Naye wore her hair short like the older chicks did back in the game. Long on top, short curls around the side. But Naye was the only one out of the circle who had any morals and kept herself preserved because she didn’t believe in all the bullshit and she sure didn’t like all that messy shit. She was tight with Wanda and Shantel ’cause they pretty much grew up around each other, but Naye was really a loner and done her own thang, which was going to work and lay low. She sure wasn’t going to be like her partners who all had kids but you’d never see any of them because if they weren’t chasing behind niggas, they were chasing behind some money. None of them acted like they had kids.

Sass, on the other hand, had two beauty shops and was doing a little more for herself than what the others were. She had her side hustle going with Diamond, and they were fucking with two brothers who were hustling some major work, and she and Diamond stayed hitting they stash spots to make sure they stayed with it ’cause they both thought alike on that accord.

Sass was a high yella chick with the prettiest face you’d want to see. She had natural green eyes, and she carried herself with the air of a real lady. Never loud, always sat proper. She carried a purse and always smelled so good, you’d want to take a bite out of her every time she came around because she made perfume smell like it was something edible. She, like Naye, wore her hair short as well, and her body wasn’t anything special, but she dressed immaculate, thanks to Shantel, and her dress code made up for her not having much in the ass department. Her hustle was strong as well, and unlike Diamond, niggas saw that vulnerability in Sass and stayed gunning at her. But Diamond came off like, nigga, if you weren’t getting more money than she was, then your game wasn’t even able to roll out. ’Cause to her, if it wasn’t about money, then it wasn’t about shit, and Diamond let that be known.

Overall, Sass was good people, but with Diamond having the influence over a lot that they do together, it kept Sass from being able to go as high as she really could go.

Shantel walked in while Wanda was talking about Don. And when everyone looked in Shantel’s direction, Diamond said, Shantel, what Mill say about me? Knowing she was in the spotlight for a few minutes, took her time and got all animated as Naye looked at her and wanted to say, Bitch, stop.

Shantel took a deep breath and said, Girl, he was telling my baby daddy how he feeling you and all that. He slick liking you, but you know Mill be trying to play it off.

Diamond laughed and said, I thought he was saying something disrespectful ’cause I was finna go check his ass.

Naye and Wanda looked at each other ’cause they both knew trying to check Mill, somebody’s ass was gone be bleeding ’cause they had Mill fucked up. And Shantel, knowing this too, tried to hurry up and clean up anything that wasn’t right by saying, Naw, girl, he didn’t do no disrespecting tho. And Diamond said, That’s what’s up then.

Wanda said, Shit, he need to go buy him another car ’cause I was coming down second the other day and his shit was smoking like that bitch was on fire, and that had everybody laughing.

Wanda went on talking about Don and Mill sat right there by the window, and listened to everything they said about him, and especially about Don ’cause he knew that Wanda would tell anything she knew. And mutha fuckas be thinking she lying, but if Wanda says it, it’s almost a guarantee. And Mill saw his world was changing if what she said was true because he could use this to come up in the worst way. He also couldn’t figure out how niggas let pussy talk them into being broke and an early grave.

CHAPTER 2

I F YOU NOT gangsta enough to hold on to it, then you don’t need it.

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Mill had everyone over to his on-and-off again girlfriend named Sugar Mama’s. They had been doing this on-again-and-off-again shit since they were in school, and regardless of their going their separate ways from time to time, their loyalty and bond were unbreakable.

Mill had checked out everything that he heard Wanda talking about concerning Don, and Mill couldn’t believe niggas were so relaxed and slipping on the fact that another nigga was always looking for a come-up.

Mill wasn’t no jackboy, but he’d jack a nigga because in the game, you had to be a shark and an alligator at times, and right now he was both of them in one ’cause he was broke, and the most dangerous nigga in the world was a broke and hungry one.

Mill wasn’t going to even step over to Wanda’s that day because he had needed to go take a bath and change clothes, but his homie had a pound for him, so Mill went ahead and went over there and the nigga still never showed up. Goes to show you that niggas would say anything. But after today, hopefully, he was back ’cause this is exactly what he needed.

Between getting his car fixed every other day and buying guns his money stayed funny, and Mill was ready for a real change. He was running everything down to his crew as he had Dre drive the hotshot to Colonial 3510 where the niggas had their spot. Mill figured them to be either Haitian or Jamaicans, but after today they’d be dead. Most of the time, the trap would have the same three niggas posted up in there, and they stayed flirting with the hoes with the door wide open, playing games on the TV.

Stinky C, Ced, Dre, and Mill were all in the car when they went on the mission. Pulling up, Mill told Dre to park on the other side of the street and they were going to wait for Don because every Friday he dropped off and picked up. Sometimes he did it and hung out for a while and sometimes he did it and burned off, but tonight Mill had a different plan from the one he came up with at first. Because he now saw that he never saw what Don’s next move was, but after picking up the money, he knew the next thing a nigga could do was go drop it off.

So Mill said, Check game, my niggas, as he turned the music down so everybody could hear him. Imma do this different. And Dre said, Man, we need to handle this shit like we said and gone and get it over with. Mill looked at Dre and said, Nigga, I didn’t ask you shit. You always on some bullshit, but we gone let him drop this load off and then we gone follow him to wherever he go and see if he take us to a bigger bank.

Dre said, Man, if I knew you was gone be switching shit up like that, I would’ve never came. And Mill said, Nigga, it’s not too late, you can still move around. And right at that moment a white Benz hit the corner and made them all be quiet as Mill said, There he go.

Everyone focused on the white Benz. And at first it looked like Sass’ Benz. She too had a white Benz. Plus bright chick was sitting on the passenger’s side. But as it pulled over a few cars in front of their car, Mill could see that it was the bigger version of Sass’ and the rims were different. Don leaned over to the passenger’s side and he and the female inside the car kissed passionately before he got out.

Mill noticed, like every other time, that Don didn’t look around or up and down the street. He had the music loud like he wasn’t sitting on enough work to have his bitch ass in Sing Sing, walking around the rec yard trying to drop rocks outta his pocket from him trying to chip his way outta that mutha fucka.

Mill and everyone sat in deep thought and low in their seats as they watched Don walk around the car to the passenger’s side and had the chick pass him a duffel bag out the back seat and started walking across the street.

Mill was thinking this clown-ass nigga must don’t know he in South Dallas, home of the killas and the laws’ bad, niggas bad, and he got a big-body Benz with his music playing loud, then a mutha fucka like this shit is an everyday walk in the park and