Queens, Disrupted

By Latoya Sylvia Williams

"Queens, Disrupted" by Latoya Sylvia Williams is a captivating novel that follows the lives of three young women who are determined to succeed in a world that constantly challenges them. Bea, Ny'kee, and Luchi are best friends who share a bond that seems unbreakable until unexpected events threaten to tear them apart.

 

Bea is a brilliant student who dreams of becoming a successful psychiatrist. However, her plans are derailed drama threatens to distract her from her goal and her bond with Luchi and Ny'kee is tested and she fights to keep everything in check.

 

Ny'kee is an free spirited woman with trust issues who struggles to find her place in the world. She faces rejection and disappointment as she tries to make a name for herself. Her friendship with Bea and Luchi is her only source of comfort until she discovers a shocking secret that changes everything.

 

Luchi is the wild card of the group. She lives life on her own terms and refuses to be held back by anyone or anything. However, her carefree attitude masks deep insecurities and fears that threaten to consume her.

 

As these three women navigate their way through life's challenges, they learn valuable lessons about love, friendship, and self-discovery. "Queens, Disrupted" is an inspiring story about resilience, determination, and the power of female friendship.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Latoya Sylvia Williams
• Release date: Jun 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223151845

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QUEENS,

DISRUPTED

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LATOYA SYLVIA WILLIAMS

Copyright © 2023 by Latoya Sylvia Williams

All rights reserved.

No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by copyright law.

Contents

Chapter 1: Pissy Pussies

Chapter 2: Business Woman

Chapter 3: Car Trouble With Ms.Bonnie

Chapter 4: Dining With Kehlo

Chapter 5: Laundry Drama

Chapter 6: You Owe Me

Chapter 7: South Beach

Chapter 8: Another Sick Soul

Chapter 9: What Love Can Do

Chapter 10: God’s Plan

Chapter 11: It’s Go Time

Chapter 12: The Combination

Chapter 13: Eyes On The Prize

Chapter 14: Study Session

Chapter 15: Birthday Girl

Chapter 16: Trippin

Chapter 17: Weak For A Man

Chapter 18: Gyal Gone Mad

Chapter 19: Out For Blood

Chapter 20: The Deal

Chapter 21: Can’t Buy Love

Chapter 22: Addiciton

Chapter 23: How The Mighty Has Fallen

Chapter 24: Queens, Disrupted

Chapter 25: Goal: To Help

Chapter 26: People Like Us

Chapter 27: Just Like Daddy

Chapter 28: Worthy

Chapter 29: Give Thanks

Chapter 30: Surprise

Introduction

Welcome to Queens, Disrupted by Latoya Sylvia Williams. This novel is a compelling story about three young women who are determined to succeed in a world that constantly challenges them. The book follows the lives of Bea, Ny'kee, and Luchi, who share a bond that seems unbreakable until unexpected events threaten to tear them apart.

Through their individual journeys , these women learn valuable lessons about love , friendship , and self -discovery . They face obstacles and setbacks but never lose sight of their goals. Their stories are a testament to the resilience and determination of women who refuse to be held back by societal expectations or personal struggles.

As you read this book , you will be transported into the lives of these three women and experience their triumphs and tribulations alongside them. You will witness the power of female friendship and the strength that comes from supporting one another through life's challenges.

Queens, Disrupted is a story about hope, perseverance, and the courage it takes to pursue your dreams. It is an inspiring tale that will leave you feeling empowered and motivated to overcome any obstacle in your own life. So sit back , relax , and enjoy this captivating journey with Bea, Ny'kee, and Luchi as they navigate their way through life's ups and downs.

Chapter 1

Pissy Pussies

Beatriz witnessed the confrontation between Yoko, the elderly Asian beauty supply store owner, and the thumb-sucking Daffy Duck-sounding remedial named Pooch thrashed out about the quality of a ten-dollar synthetic weave Pooch had brought on sale from Yoko last week. Beatriz laughed as they both struggled with the English language. No, We-see, No We-fun, Yoko said to the nineteen year- old tenth grader, petting one of her five cats that roamed her store freely.

You thupid! I thaid: I ain’t got no receipt. This hair smells like one of yo little pussy cats pissed on it, and I want my money back! Pooch yelled with a lisp and spit flew as her tongue protruded through her bucked front teeth. Droplets were even visible on the counter.

Pooch’s 5’11 skinny body, covered with Florida sores from her arms to her legs, was reminiscent of one of the hundred-and-one Dalmatians.

She came from a family with nothing to give or teach her besides trading in food stamps. They took her crazy check once a month in exchange for the sunflower seeds, Kool-Aid packs, and pig feet that she consumed on the regular.

You lie! Yoko gasped, offended by Pooch’s accusation.

She only briefly paused from petting the brown and white spotted feline.

No pussy piss nowhere, she voiced, looking around with a worried expression."

She certainly did not want any of her customers to overhear Pooch’s crazy remarks.

Beatriz shook her head as she watched the exchange from the natural hair care aisle. The two females were arguing over the tangled and used clip-on ponytail that Pooch clutched in her bony fingers.

Beatriz ignored them to search for her best friend, Luchi, wishing she would stop bringing Pooch out to public places with them. She was such an embarrassment! Her performance, which was the norm, was like watching a mentally challenged dingbat with the behavioral problems of a toddler. And yes, it was on display for all to see.

Yoko was having a sale today, and it felt like every woman in town was packed into the tiny store. Reverend Jenkins’s wife was looking for her discounted church wigs while Tracy, an unashamed stripper, was searching for hair glue.

I am talkin’ ‘bout yo’ pussycats. Everybody knows you have them livin’ in the store.

They no live here! Yoko yelled.

They do live here, over on aisle six, next to the yarn weave, Pooch shouted, taking her low-class, no-brain performance up a notch.

She gestured as one of Yoko’s stray cats scurried across the laminated floor in pursuit of what looked like a cotton ball.

To be honest, Beatriz had to admit that the mangy fur balls looked as if they had never received a vet shot, or any grooming ever. The pursuing cat passed Beatriz as she scrunched her nose.

All the felines smelled worse than Pooch, which spoke for itself.

They no live here. They help with store. They service animals. You leave now! Yoko clutched the cat to her chest, clearly becoming frazzled. The cat yowled in protest. Her upper lip began to sweat, cracking her makeup. Her wig was sliding to the right too.

They do live here! They sleep on the box of synthetic hair that you sold to me, and if you don’t want to be reported to the B-Bet-Bet-Betta Biz People, then gimme my money back! Pooch tossed the cheap ponytail on the counter, right on top of her saliva.

You get nothing. You get out now! Yoko yelled at Pooch.

The cat she was holding was discontent with the rising commotion. It scratched at her hand and leaped away with a hiss.

The bell over the door announced that someone new had come into the store. It was officer Dawn, who was well-known in Opa-Locka. She observed the scene till her eyes landed on the argument between Pooch and Yoko.

Officer Dawn was in uniform, but she held an expression on her face that seemed like she didn’t feel like being bothered with Yoko and Pooch’s drama.

Police! Yoko shouted to Dawn with relief. Take her out of store now!

With a perpetual toothpick hanging from her mouth, Dawn began to roll her eyes. Tugging on her belt, she walked over to them.

What seems to be the problem here? Officer Dawn asked.

Anxious to snitch on Pooch, Yoko was the first to speak.

This girl here, she accused my pussies of pissing in my hair, and she won’t leave, Yoko huffed.

Taking the toothpick out of her mouth, She what? Dawn asked with confusion.

Yoko took a deep breath and attempted to explain herself again.

This girl said my pussy smelled like piss—no, no, she said my hair smelled like pussy-

Ok wait, Dawn said, giggling at what she had just heard.

How about you tell me what’s going on, she said to Pooch.

Removing her thumb from her mouth, Pooch nodded her head.

She in-thulted me and she thold me pissy pussy hair, Pooch defended herself, picking up the disheveled weave, and waving it to Dawn’s nose for a whiff.

Why the hell would you buy pussy hair? I have never heard of no mess like that, Dawn replied, appearing confused.

When the girl thrusted it closer to her face, Dawn slapped the weave out of Pooch's hand.

Enough of this talk about pissy, hairy pussies! Yoko asked you to leave her store, then you must leave, Dawn professed to Pooch.

Suddenly there was a shout from Mrs. Jenkins.

Somebody get this feline away from me! Lawd!

She was aiming to hit the cat with her selected Chaka Khan wig as the white and black cat attempted to climb up her dress.

Yoko rushed over to Mrs. Jenkins’s aid.

This is too much, Dawn said. I have to start my shift soon. Tired of the situation, Officer Dawn left the store empty-handed.

No! No! He will not hurt you. He help you, Yoko explained as she picked up her furry friend.

How in the world is he helping me? Mrs. Jenkins sought to understand as she brushed out her wig. Keep your filthy animals away from me. I came to a hair shop, not a pet shop! I have no time for this riffraff. This is visibly no place for a Pastor’s wife to shop. I suggest you get rid of these pests, Mrs. Yoko. This is holy foolishness.

Mrs. Jenkins ditched the wig and stormed out of Yoko’s Hair Palace.

I’m ready to check out, Yoko, Luchi declared as she arrived with the basket of hair care items that she grabbed for her clients.

She was pushing a stroller with a three-year-old whinny Cornball from Dotty’s daycare. He squirmed and wiggled, holding a soggy cheese doodle. The fat butterball hated wearing shirts, so he went shirtless as usual.

Beatriz stepped in line behind Luchi, holding a box of honey-blonde hair dye.

You shoulda kept that boy with my momma, Bea said.

I don’t mind helping Dotty, Luchi said, shrugging. Besides, she wasn’t feeling well.

Whateva Luchi, Bea said.

Beatriz, you need to relax. We’re on our way out now, and I know your cousin; Ny’kee is having a fit waiting in my car in this hot, 90-degree heat. Besides, I gotta pick up this new client of mine after this. Some lady named Bonnie and she’s paying me $500 for some micro braids and that’s about three days of work.

Luchi was eighteen and ran her own business in her backyard, which she called The Hair Trap.

She did everyone’s hair out of this tricked-out shed with flat-screen TVs and massage chairs. She saved up enough money to fix up her shop just the way she liked it. She was the go-to for getting hair done in the neighborhood, and everyone came to her, from kids, strippers, and even little old ladies.

She was the greatest and she always hooked up Beatriz and Ny’kee’s hair anytime they wanted.

Luchi was gorgeous. She had a body of a model: a snatched waist, D-cup breasts, and chocolate brown skin.

She was not always this way, but even when she was shaped like an ironing board, she still caught all the guys’ attention, despite not wanting the attention.

She had no problem taking advantage of any chump that came her way; that was her game. That, and the designer clothes and bags, fancy weaves, and exotic makeup that made her appear as a high-fashion movie star.

You don’t need this, Bea, Luchi said as she took the honey-blonde hair dye out of Beatriz’s hand and placed it on a nearby shelf.

Why not? Beatriz questioned.

I have some at The Hair Trap, and I’ll do your hair if you let me put a perm in afro land, Luchi said, discussing Bea’s thick, long, naturally kinky hair.

I hate perms. They damage my hair and the shit burns, Bea answered.

Fine. I was just trying to upgrade you from the ’60s to the 2000s.

Keep your upgrade. I like being natural, and besides, I don’t have time to walk around smacking myself in the head, trying to get relief from an itchy scalp. I like convenience and perms and weaves are inconvenient in my life, Beatriz responded.

Beatriz usually wore her hair up in a big ponytail or free and loose. At 5’6" with a petite body, caramel complexion, a babyface, and dimples, Bea was naturally attractive. Therefore, no matter how she wore her hair, it always complimented her face. She could pull off any hairstyle imaginable.

Well, maybe Kehlo would pay you more attention if you changed your look from that high school girl to sexy college woman, Luchi sassed.

I told you that I was done with Kehlo. He’s never around. We are on our way to Florida State in a few weeks, and he’s the last thing on my mind, Beatriz said.

Yeah, okay, Luchi said, unconvinced.

She pulled a twenty-dollar bill out of her wallet.

I sorry. People giving so much trouble today. I told this one leave and she no go," Yoko said, pointing at Pooch.

Don’t worry about it, Luchi said. "I hope Pooch wasn’t that much trouble.

As she stated this, she looked over at Pooch, who obviously didn’t leave the store like Dawn requested and was now sucking on sunflower seeds and shooting them out like a shotgun at one of Yoko’s cats.

My God, she gave lot of trouble today. I no want her back in store again.

Yoko rearranged her face into her disapproving frown as she handed Luchi her change.

Pooch! Luchi’s tone changed as if she was a disappointed momma.

Come here! she continued.

She put her hand on her hips and cocked it.

Pooch walked over with her thumb in her mouth.

Why are you being such a fuck up in Yoko’s store? Help me understand, Luchi said, slapping Pooch's thumb out her mouth.

Pooch said nothing and stared at Yoko’s carpet instead.

I thought you were elevated from that project shit. You cuttin’ up over ten funky dollars?

Uttering each word, Luchi’s voice became more harassing.

But she sold me puss-

Shut up, Pooch! I told you if you can’t control yourself, you need to take your ass back to your hoodrat sister. She moves like that, not me! Luchi laid into her.

No, I don’t wanna be around her, Pooch said.

Tears formed in her eyes as she remembered her sister’s abusive treatment toward her.

Then stop being petty and make this right, Luchi demanded.

Pooch looked up at Yoko.

Thorry, she said.

Yoko was smug and said, You can learn from yo friend. She very smart girl. Very respectable.

She turned to Luchi and continued, Luchi, I can use help in store. You do hair and know so much about products. I’ll hire you if you need job.

That’s awfully nice, Yoko, but in two weeks, my friends and I will be off to Florida State. But I’ll definitely keep your offer in mind, Luchi replied.

Well, if you decide to take a break from school and need some extra cash, my doors are always open, Yoko said as she handed Luchi two free hair combs.

A few minutes later, the three girls were out the door.

Chapter 2

Business Woman

Luchi was only sixteen when Leon, her thirty-six-year-old sugar daddy, gifted her a 2003 black Mercedes. Then, he taught her how to drive and spoiled her. She still has that car even though it's been a few years since then. They made their way to the car.

In the parking lot, the three