Every Thug Needs A True Thuggette In His Corner

By Mr. Dela

Nika is a real woman who takes over her boyfriend business but realize that's not easy. She needs to maintain her life style and establish a name for herself in this cold dirty game, where they don't play by the rules.
She meets a friend whom become her right hand man, Tony. Nika and Tony always have each other's back and decided they had accumulated enough and back out the game.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9781365913280

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

Iwant to thank everyone who contributed towards my fourth book being published.

First and foremost, I want to thank GOD for blessing me with the gift of a creative mind to write. Also, to the ones that are no longer with us who have truly inspired me: My great-great-grandmother Mrs. Marie Waters, First cousin Cesar Sylvain Culver, grandmother Imogene Lee, and mother Gina Lee, R.I.P. And to all those who are still with us: Demon Robert J. Lee, Shenika B.K.A. Nikki, Lailani Barefield, Nephew Kelvin Lee Ford, Ms. Shaquita Morris T-SHIRT Closet business, The Armed And Dangerous Family, My lovely cover designer Mubiqu edesign, and Armed And Dangerous Publishing Company. Again, I thank Celina Mike, my wonderful editor, for her great impact in ensuring I provide a readable piece.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

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

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 30

CHAPTER 31

CHAPTER 32

CHAPTER 33

CHAPTER 34

CHAPTER 35

CHAPTER 36

CHAPTER 37

CHAPTER 38

CHAPTER 39

CHAPTER 40

CHAPTER 41

CHAPTER 42

THE FLIP SIDE

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EPILOGUE

PROLOGUE

Damn! I can't believe it was just last month a sista was sitting on top of the world. I didn’t want or need anything. I didn’t have any worries at all. I had everything a female could want in her life. A man who was getting cold paid, a beautiful house, luxury cars, and all the jewelry you could ever imagine, and I never once wore an outfit twice the three years being involved with him. Now the only thing I have to my name is a pocket full of lint. After all these years, it finally dawns on me what my mother used to always stress: There's nothing in this world that lasts forever.

When the Feds bum-rushed our house, they seized everything we owned: The cars, money, drugs, jewelry, my man, and even our clothes and shoes. The motha fuckers left a bitch high and dry. They left me just as I came into this relationship, with nothing. But it's all good because the only thang that stays down is the ground.

It was overdue; Nika had been finally introduced to the dirty game. She's well equipped and balanced; highly educated, street smart, loving, and a cold-hearted, ruthless salvage, entwined into one. Fred ensured she was fully prepared to take on whatever the dirty game had to throw at her. She was determined to make her name on her own in this dirty game well known. It was Nika's time to stand tall and shine like a lighthouse. She begins utilizing all the game she has ciphered from being behind the sense of Fred all those years hustling, which makes her grow eagerly to become independent after Fred teaches her the game’s good, bad and ugly sides.

CHAPTER 1

W ho is this hitting my cellular phone up at a time like this when a bitch is on her clit? Nika mumbles before answering, Hello?

What's up, girl? This is Mecca; you met me at bike week.

Oooh, I remember the chick from the Don Diva's bike crew that rode the black Yamaha eleven hundred R-1 from the N.Y.C.

Yes indeed, the world-famous.

What's good with you, girl? Nika asked.

I'm doing fine. What about you, young lady?

I'm maintaining holding the fort down.

Is everything okay with you? It sounds like you’re feeling a little down.

I'm good; it's just the feds grabbed my man up.

Word! I hope it's not that serious on his behalf, Mecca said with concern.

It might be that serious; they confiscated everything.

Do you need somewhere to chill until things clear up? You can chill up here with me until you get yourself together?

Thanks, but I need to be down here to support my man; feel me?

Yes, I most definitely do, girl, Mecca replied.

Soon as things get situated on my end, and I stack my ends up, I will slide through your city. You know I want to tear the malls down up there, girl.

You are welcome anytime, okay.

Thanks, that's what's up. You still ride your bike all crazy and fast? Nika asked.

I don't be going that fast.

Shit! I can't tell; you be hanging right with them sexy dudes in your crew.

Girl, I'm just a rider, that's all. It seems that way because you don't know how to ride. Which one of my guys do you say is sexy?

Nah, I was saying they looked sexy, that's all; nothing more or less, just giving props when props are due. I'm all about my man, Fred.

I was just saying, though, Mecca said and then laughed.

Girl, you are a mess, you know that?

I was just trying to cheer you up, girl.

I'm feeling that.

…you need anything? You know I have fam down in Dade that are heavy hittas.

Girl, who do you know down in the Tre-Oh-Five? Nika asked.

It's a small world; you know that, right? Plus, I used to live in the Tre-Oh-Five. My big brother is getting money in Liberty City B.K.A. the City, and Brownsville A.K.A. Brown Sub—the Sub for short—. On forty-Seventh Street and Thirty-Second Avenue at the Arab store. It sits directly in front of the old, first, and only all-black hospital in Miami Dade County, Christian Hospital. Plus, I went to school at Lorah Park, then Charles Drew Elementary.

You are talking about Food Land? I gotta' know your brother if he was getting money up there.

He used to be up there with Spud, Big Ron, Junior, Blue'Boy, Crib, Van, Billy, David, Stone, Hall, God bless the dead Bradon and Lil' Man.

I know all of them; they are from my hood.

Well, as you can see, I'm international and not just stationed in the N. Y. C. So, before I go, I want to let you know you are a strong black woman, so keep your head up no matter what, okay? Every Thug Needs A True Thuggette In His Corner. Feel me? We will chop it up again about your city, she teased.

Thanks for the inspiring speech, and I look forward to our next conversation, Nika said before hanging up. Wow! How bizarre was that she said, shaking her head. She knew a lot of people out of my hood. It is a small world. You never know who may know who in this world. That's why you have to keep it 1K.

Nika went and freshened up to talk to a couple of dudes that Fred dealt with regularly. They all gave her money but only for one reason. They played the big-money role, competing to see who would give the most. Two of them gave her their numbers and told her to get at them whenever she needed anything. She just laughed and said, Picture that with Kodak film.She strutted around and out of their place of establishment, Sunny's after-hour.

After leaving Sunny's, she goes and counts the money; it tallies up to eight bands.

Damn! These flaw as niggas are swe-eet, she said, stuffing the flo' in her Fendi clutch. I just might hit them marks up later if they're going to kick out like this again, she mutters, with a half grin on her face.

In the course of seeking a temporary place to stay, she came across two decent, affordable apartments. When she decided which one she would get, she gave the landlord the first and last month's rent. After handling that, she goes and has the phone turned on, so Fred can call.

CHAPTER 2

At three o'clock in the evening, Nika had a couple of hours to chill before visiting her man tonight on lockdown. She brought a few outfits to look presentable and represent her man.

She left home, strutting confidently with her head held high. Within no time at all, she was pulling up in front of the jail.

While standing in line waiting to get inside, Nika felt like Madonna, the Material Girl. Everyone present was checking her out from head to toe, Sweating the Gucci outfit, matching pocketbook, and python-skinned boots, killing the scene.

Without hesitation, a male officer offers to escort her straight to the booth, where her beau is waiting.

The officer was trying to put in his bid on the way up. She could not knock the brother for trying to holler. What man could resist all this I'm working with, she thought. Even females want some of this good shit.

Hello, Babe?

Hello beautiful, what's up with you? Looking all scrumptious, Fred greeted.

G'on with that boy, knowing damn well she loved the feeling his flirt was giving. What are you try'na do? Make me blush?

Nika, I need you to handle unfinished business for me.

Whatever it may be, I got you, babe.

I have a whole and a half brick still out there. Do you remember where my aunt stays?

Yes, Fred.

Okay, in the backyard, in the rose garden. It's buried in there. Get it, and break it all down into ounces.

I got you, she replied.

When you do that, go to Steve, give him the nine ozs and tell him to handle that for me.

You don't need him; I can get rid of it for you, she said, letting him know that she has his back and is down for whatever it takes to get him out of this situation.

Aww, that's so sweet of you. But you just escaped from being in here with me on this case. I need you out there, not in jail. Do you hear me? Staring into her brown eyes, then added, So handle that for me, and I got you, okay?

When is your first court date?

In two weeks at nine.

Okay, first thing tomorrow, I'm going to take care of that.

That's my baby girl; represent for me.

Visitation is now over! The male guard yells and then blows his whistle.

Okay, Fred, I will see you next week. Oh Yeah! I almost forgot, reaching into the pocket of her Gucci outfit, pulling out a piece of paper. Here's my number; call me beau. I love you, she said, blowing kisses through the glass window.

I love you too, he replied.

The same guard escorts all the visitors back downstairs. On the way down, he was at it again.

Oh, that's your man you were visiting?

She fires back quickly, Why?

You know he's never getting out.

Is that right?

A girl like yourself needs a real man who can take good care of you out there.

Oh yeah, and you're that real man capable of taking care of a lady of my class? She asked, revealing a seductive grin as she eyed him from head to toe.Hmmm, I don't think so, Mister, especially on your salary. When your game elevates, hit me up. Until then, baby boy, don't be a hater all of your life, officer of the F-U-C-king law, she stated, calm but firmly exiting the elevator.

It was too much shit to process at once, as everything she was dealing with races through her head. She tried organizing her thoughts to be on point when handling business. First of all, she needed a car to get around. With no if and or buts, she rents one.

On returning to the house, this teenage boy goes out of his way to holler at her. Which she thought was so cute, and she felt she had no choice but to give him her number. After all that he went through to get her attention. Plus, he was hella' cute, she thought.

What am I going to eat tonight? She wondered.

She had a taste for Chinese rice but didn't want to go back out tonight.

Hmmm, let's see what's in the refrigerator that would do for tonight, she muttered. Right on time, grabbing a pack of pork chops and a bag of French fries out of the freezer.

While the food thaws out, she goes and takes a bath.

After bathing, she calls one of the girls she met back in the day, trafficking cocaine to Sarasota, Florida, for Fred.

Hello, a young lady answered.

Toya, is that you? Girl sounded all sexy and shit on the phone.

Yes, this is Toya. Who is this I'm speaking with? She curiously asked.

Girl, this is Nika.

Oh, snap! Girl, what's up with you?

I'm maintaining. What's up with you too?

I'm living, that's all. Damn! It's been a minute since I have not seen or heard from you.

Yes, it has been a minute, but I didn't forget you. How is the family doing?

They are doing fine. Thanks for asking. What's been going on with you, Nika?

"Just holding down the fort, feel me? Do you know the feds snatched Fred?

Nah, I'm sorry to hear that. What are they talking about?

I don't know as of yet. But he tells me his lawyer got him. The only thang I can do is to be there for him.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Yes, I know. Toya, are you still connected with the people in the streets?

Yes, why ask? What's up, girl?

I want to crank back up like the old days getting money up here. Are you down with it? If you're not, I understand your situation.

Yes, I'm down with getting money with you again. When are you going to crank back up?

I will let you know, so be on point.

Haven't I always been on point, Nika?

Yes, you most definitely have love.

So hit me up when you are ready to do business, Toya said before ending their call.

Toya was a nice-looking dark-skinned well-shaped, thick female with a beautiful personality and a bonafide hustler.

After eating, the phone rang; Nika jumped up and ran to answer it, hoping it was Fred calling.

Hello, she answered.

Is Nika home?

May I ask who is calling?

Tony, the dude you met earlier today.

Hold on, let me get her, she plays as someone else. Damn! I forgot I had given him my number. Hello, she said.

What's up, Nika? Tony asked.

Nothing; just chilling, and why ask? What's up?

Nothing, I just was asking, he replied.

How old are you, Tony?

Why do you want to know that? Age ain't anything but a number.

Yes, that is true, but I'm not trying to go to jail for hollering at no young ass, boy.

Damn! You tried me hard, girl! Like, I'm jailbait. I'm seventeen; I'm not a jit!—a young boy—

Boy! Do you know how old I am? I'm old enough to be your older sister.

So what? I'm not complaining, he fired back.

You are a trip.

So when can a brother see you again, big Sis? he teased.

Real funny, and I do not know. I have a lot of stuff on my plate this week; you feel me?

Hell, Nah! I don't feel you, but I respect your call.

Thanks for respecting my call, even though you do not feel a sista.

Check this: when you finish cleaning off your plate or if you attend on cleaning it off, get at me then because I don't have time for games. I use all my energy to hustle. Feel me?

Boy, whatever! I will holler at you later this week; bye, she said and then hung up.

Boy! If he weren't hella' cute as he was, I would have had to curse his young ass slap ass out. But I have some serious plans for him.

CHAPTER 3

After handling business at Fred's aunt's house, she flips straight into hustling mode when she makes it home. First, she grabs the triple beam scale and breaks everything down into twenty-eight grams. When everything had been bust-down, she had fifty-four ounces lying in front of her. She deducts nine ounces out of the fifty-four, which left a total of forty-five ozs which is a thousand and two hundred and fifty grams.

She did exactly as instructed, told Steve what Fred had said, and then gave him the nine ounces.

With no feedback, he gets the dope and