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An excerpt from HARDER by S H A
A GHETTOHEAT® PRODUCTION
PROLOGUE
Gasp…
Breathe.
My eyes open slowly as the piercing pain at the back of my head overwhelms me.
Where am I?
My head feels light.
Have I been slipping in and out of consciousness?
Strange.
Somewhere nearby, there’s water dripping. Every drop makes the pain in my head worst.
Where ever this is, it’s hot and I’m wet.
I can smell Wrays and Nephew rum, Calli weed and Guinness Stout in the air.
No, stout is on me.
The over proof rum and weed? …Rippa’s infamous signature.
Shit.
Things are becoming clear.
Damn you Rippa. Damn you to Hell!
I can hear Luciano playing in the background so I know that you’re around here somewhere. What I don’t know is where I am or why I can’t seem to move. I just wish it wasn’t so dark in here. Maybe if I call for him.
“Rippa!”
My vocal chords move, but my lips don’t.
Shit!
My lips are taped!
What the fuck is going on?
Ok. Think. Think, baby girl. The last thing I can remember…is…getting ready to leave New Jersey for a little getaway before my son was born. I’ve been hiding out for the past several months, and Nicky thought it would be good for AJ and I to go on a little vacation in Puerto Rico.
Arturo, sweet loving Arturo Jesus. I put that man through Hell and back. I know that. But, I’ve cleaned up my act and were going to be one big happy—
Fuck!
Where’s AJ?
My mouth is taped and I’m bound to a hard-ass mattress.
Holy shit—noooooo!
Rippa must be holding me hostage, but how? He did promise this.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!
Excerpt 2: FUCK YOU, PAY ME
When I finally arrived back home, Tony was heated. I didn’t even realize that I was out that long.
“Where the fuck you been Kai?” he yelled as I walked through the door.
“I went to the range and then shopping. I had a lot on my mind to clear out and I just needed to get away. Damn, is there a law against that?”
“Na, ain’t no law, shorty! Just watch ya’self cuz if I finds out different, we gonna have major problems.”
Tony was taking on a Rico tone with me that I did not like whatsoever. “Who the fuck is you talking to, Tony? I know it ain’t me. Ya better keep that shit in ya back pocket before you come at me with it.” I had never seen Tony like this before and it made me very upset. I knew I had to calm down before I said something that I would live to regret.
“Oh word? It’s like that, Kai? Fuck you forget or something? This here is my house. I’m the star, baby girl. You used to be the co-star, but now you just another fucking spectator. Show over; get the fuck out.”
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse! “Get the fuck out? You get mad over some bullshit and now it’s get the fuck out? Tony, think about that shit for a minute.”
I started talking slowly and softly. “I’m ya co-star alright, but do you know what that means? It means everything you own, I own. All the work you put in, I put in, too. You forget who sees over the cooks and make sure ya deliveries are made on time. That’s me, motherfucker. You sure you wanna have me running the street with all ya info, baby boy?” That weird laugh echoed out of me again. This time, it set Tony off.
He grabbed me by my throat and threw me into the hard brick wall. When I hit the floor, he started to strangle me as he screamed, “BABY BOY? BABY BOY, HUH? YOU FUCK THAT NIGGA? HUH? DON’T YOU EVA IN YA LIFE CALL ME BABY BOY AGAIN, YOU FUCKING SLUT!” He let go and I hit the floor again. It took all the air I had in me, but I managed.
“Tony-I-ain’t-fuckin’-nobody.”
“Oh word? You come in here acting brand-new and you ain’t fucking nobody? We’ll see.”
Tony then picked me up by my waist and ripped my jeans off. He proceeded to remove my panties. I didn’t know what he was up to until he threw me onto the couch. He spread my legs wide open, as he stuck three fingers in me at the same time. I screamed in pain. He bowed his head in regret.
“I’m sorry, Kai,” was all that he said before he left the house for the night. I laid there until he came back early the next day. When he walked in the house, I pretended to be asleep as he started to play with my hair.
“Kai, I hope you’re listening to me. You know shits been kinda hard since Five Points. You know its hard knowing that I can’t make love to you. I be seeing how dudes look at you and shit. I know your type, ma; you got the sex drive of a 18-year-old-man.”
I stifled a giggle.
“I just be thinking when you’re gone, you out there getting the only thing I can’t give you. I know you’ve been on my side since I came back home, but I still be bugging. You’re a trooper, baby and that’s why I love you. Please don’t leave me; I need you. All this shit is ‘cause of you. I know that, mama. I love you.”
That became my driving force. The man that ran Queens needed me. It’s true that behind every great man was a great woman. I wanted to go down in history as being the greatest.
Tony would be my link to the city. I already had him in my back pocket, so that meant I had Queens in my back pocket. All I needed was the other four boroughs to fall in line. Sure, I would step on some toes, but I would stand to be retired at twenty-five with enough money to finance my life, for the rest of my life. AJ was right, but I had a point to prove and money to make. After that was done, I would be game to anything else.
I started stashing away as much money as I could. I told Tony that I would no longer sleep at his house since he put his hands on me. He begged for me not to. Instead, we came to the agreement that I would only sleep over two or three nights out of the week, and I had to be on his payroll. He agreed. Every Friday morning I got $5000 cash. I never put it in the bank. I used some of it as pocket money, and had my checks from work directly deposited in my bank account every Thursday. I used my work money to pay my bills and other expenses. I didn’t want to give Uncle Sam a reason to start sniffing up my ass. Instead, I hid the money that Tony gave me in my bedroom closet at my father’s house.
My game plan was clear. I would be the queen-of-the-NYC-drug empire. I had Tony do all of the dirty work and I stopped managing the cooks. I became his silent partner, so to speak. With a little coaching from me and a lot of strong-arming, Tony could definitely have a heavy hand in the other boroughs.
In case the Feds were watching, I had a sound proof alibi: I was a student. I worked full-time and I lived at home with my pops. Technically. The only way I would be fucked if they ever wanted to search my father’s crib. Tony never came to my house so I doubt that would ever happen.
SHA is the First Lady of GHETTOHEAT®, an 80s baby born in Brooklyn who grew up in Queens. In 2006, SHA attained her Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology and is currently working towards her Masters. Writing has always been SHA’s way of dealing with life, penning poetry since the age of nine.
SHA recently tried her hand at fiction, growing tired of the monotonous titles that filled the African-American section of the bookstore where she worked at. Proudly representing for young women within the inner-city, being a creative force who speaks directly to her generation, SHA is currently working on the sequel to her suspenseful novel, HARDER.
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