Flint: Book 2: Working Girls by Treasure Hernandez

Author:Treasure Hernandez [Hernandez, Treasure]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781601621221
Amazon: 1601621221
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2010-05-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Sweets sat back and watched one of his many boyfriends as he counted his money. He had quickly unloaded all of the bricks that he had stolen from Jamaica Joe, and the profit was incredible. He hated to admit it, but Joe had a nice connect and the quality of his heroin was better. No wonder I can’t keep up with this nigga, Sweets thought as he concentrated on the different denominations that he flipped through his hands. The process was lengthy because most of the bills were wrinkled fives, tens, and twenties. It was money that had probably been everywhere, from stuck down in a sock to the crotch of a G-string. But he couldn’t complain. He knew that dirty money was the best money, and he loved getting it.

But what he could complain about was Joe. He was tired of sharing the city with Joe and knew that it was only a matter of time before he crushed Joe’s North Side empire.

What gave Sweets the advantage in the battle was that Jamaica Joe wasn’t even aware that there was a snake in his camp. He should’ve made sure he was feeding his soldiers. If niggas ain’t eating, they start creeping. Disloyal-ass nigga, Sweets thought. He hated workers like Tariq. He felt that a side needed to be chosen. Either you were North or South. He despised dudes that tried to ride the fence. Usually, Sweets would have murked any nigga who tried to step to him with any type of proposition such as the one Tariq had presented him with. But Tariq was different. He was Joe’s right-hand man, not just some disgruntled corner boy, and he knew the ins and outs of Joe’s operation. So Sweets used it to his advantage. He was going to get as much information from Tariq as he could and then dispose of him afterwards.

Sweets sucked on the Blow Pop in his mouth as he reached for his twin Desert Eagle pistols and looked around his bedroom. He placed one pistol in his lap and put the other on the nightstand next to him.

“Ay, go check the door,” Sweets instructed his lover.

“I just did an hour ago,” was the gentleman’s reply.

“Then get your ass up and do it again and shut them dick suckers up.”

Sweets had been on edge ever since hitting Joe’s spot. He knew that Joe wasn’t going to let the situation go easily. He would try to retaliate, but when he did, Sweets planned on being prepared. He won’t catch me slipping, Sweets thought.

Most dudes who were out in the open with their attraction to other men would have been underestimated when it came to gunplay, but Sweets was amongst the feared in Flint. It wasn’t a secret that he had been with both men and women, but preferred men to women any day. He had been gay ever since he was a child. Although, as a child, he was molested by one of his foster mother’s boyfriends, that wasn’t the cause of him being like he was today.

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