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CHAPTER 2
I'M A LITTLE SOLDIER IN TRAINING
DUKE
 
 
Sex with Gina was always good, but I really wanted to hit BJ. I could tell she wanted me from the way she looked at me. She said she was still a virgin, and I knew her pussy was steaming for some sex. I was just the man to give it to her, too. I wasn't going to rush it, though. I was gonna hit it and I knew it. I was a Jackson man, and we were known for getting any females we wanted. My uncles, Vegas and Snake, ran all the ladies before Vegas was killed. In fact, it was Vegas's womanizing ways that got him murdered. I planned to follow right in my uncles' footsteps, but I'd be much wiser with my shit.
Since moving from South Carolina to Virginia, I'd received constant training from my Uncle Snake about the game, and for the past two years, he'd kept me tight in all the hottest gear and jewelry. Snake had been caught-up in the game for a long time now, and his money was long enough to do things the average nigga would never be able to do. He even bought me a car before I had a driver's license.
Snake liked doing things for me because he always referred to me as his little soldier in training. I knew soon I'd have a piece of the empire and would be doing big things just like him. I began to lay out all my plans. I could see myself with a dope-ass house like Snake's, all the luxury vehicles, and the utmost respect from other ballerz in the game.
One night, I called Snake to see what he was up to, and he told me we needed to go out so we could cover strip club etiquette. I arrived at Snake's house around ten o'clock, and I was greeted at the door by his girl, Danielle.
Danielle Stevens was this fine-ass, bourgeois chick my uncle met at Hampton University just before he was leaving the campus after serving some boys there. Danielle's mother was a doctor and her father was a lawyer, just like some shit straight off the Cosby Show. She was never exposed to the streets before hooking up with my uncle, and that's what she loved about Snake; his spontaneous bad-boy traits. She longed to be “a gangster's girl.” Like the other women caught-up in the game with their men, Danielle loved the excitement and all the financial perks that came along with lovin' a gangster.
Danielle was definitely a dime piece. She had a butterscotch complexion, hair down her back, and a small waist with a big ass—just the way I like them.
“What's up, Danielle?” I asked as I admired her phat-ass booty on the way in.
“Hey, Duke. What's going on?” she asked, wondering what the night might bring.
“I don't know, momma. I think we're going to hit the strip joint up tonight.”
Danielle's face instantly turned evil as she darted her eyes in Snake's direction. She hated when Snake went to the strip club. All she could think about were the sexual rendezvous he used to have with his stripper ex-girlfriend, Mickie, and her female lover, Sonya, who also enjoyed the erotic lifestyle. The shit my uncles used to do back in the day was wild. No one liked to talk about all that came with their game because it turned into a deadly love triangle, but me, I love it and plan to live it. I stood and watched as Danielle vented.
“Oh, you're going to the strip club tonight, Snake?” Danielle asked him.
“Nah, baby. I don't know why you always let Li'l Soldier get in your head. He knows you hate it when I go there, and that's why he said the shit. Li'l Soldier, stop fucking with my woman's head. You know she ain't cool with hearing about me at no strip club.” Snake quickly spit game to Danielle as he took his last pull on the blunt, filled with purple haze.
Spitting game came second nature to my Uncle Snake. It was amazing how easily he could turn things around. Runnin' game was a science, and I had almost mastered it as well as my uncle. I never took notes well in school, but since I had a passion for the game, I made sure not to miss a lesson from Snake. I tried to make Danielle feel like she couldn't take a joke.
“Damn, Danielle, I didn't know you let a young nigga like me get in your head like that. My uncle better watch out,” I said with a smirk on my face.
Danielle was not pleased with our taunting. She rolled her eyes and began to clean up the small mess my uncle left behind.
“He thinks I'm fucking stupid. Yeah, keep taking my kindness for weakness. I'm just keeping my composure for the moment as I observe all that's going on around me. But just wait until I catch his ass. Y'all think just because I come from a good background that I won't serve a nigga about playing with me, but try me and you'll find out that shit's going to really hit the fan.”
I could hear Danielle mumbling underneath her breath as she cleaned. I walked over and whispered in her ear as my uncle grabbed his keys. “You better watch your mouth, girl,” I said in a seductive yet teasing manner.
“We out, baby girl,” Snake said as he smacked Danielle's ass then kissed her on the lips.
“Whatever,” she responded while rolling her eyes.
She followed Snake to the door. I could see the outline of her thong through her sheer robe as I followed close behind her. Looking at Danielle's ass shake through that robe made my dick hard.
“We out, baby girl,” I said, mocking my uncle then smacking her on the ass, causing it to jiggle.
They both laughed, but it wasn't a joke at all. I was planning to fuck that fat ass from. the back one day soon. It may take a while, but I'll get it, I thought. I winked at her while licking my lips, and grabbed my dick, giving it a gentle massage before closing the door behind me. I was sure then that Danielle knew exactly what was up.
We jumped in Snake's Denali and headed to the strip club. I was a little excited, but I knew I had to play it cool as we pulled up. I followed Snake past security and into the club. That was the first lesson.
I made a mental note: Get familiar with security. Give them a nice amount of cash to avoid lines and searching.
Once we were inside, the first stop was the bar, to see who the bartenders were for the night. After determining everything was straight with whoever would be fixing his drinks, he then led me to a spot in the corner near the exit. He beckoned for the waitress and handed her a generous amount of money as he gave orders.
“Courvoisier, and keep 'em coming,” he told the skinny, half-dressed woman. Maybe with a few more pounds and an ass, she could have qualified as a stripper versus a waitress.
That was several lessons in one. Snake walked right in without much noise and went over to the bar to make sure he was familiar with the bartenders, just in case someone in the game might be trying to set him up by slipping a mickie in his drinks. Then he headed to a spot near the exit. This was so he could watch everyone who entered and exited the club, without them even noticing him. Also, sitting near an exit made it easy for a quick escape if necessary.
Next mental note: You must always be aware of your environment so that there aren't any surprises.
I also liked how Snake paid the bartender and waitress up-front with a generous amount. That kept him from having the hassle of flagging them down and constantly having to place drink orders.
We chilled in the corner for about forty-five minutes. At first that was cool because I was checking out some of the amazing things those chicks could do on that pole, but after a while, the entertainment was no longer holding my attention.
Females were coming over left and right asking for a dance, and Snake was turning them down just as fast as they were coming. Now that part of the lesson I didn't grasp at all.
“Unc, why you dissing all the honeys?” I asked.
“A couple of reasons, man. First, some of them are tricks, and we don't do tricks. And second, if you ignore them and act uninterested toward the hot bitches, the challenge is going to make them want you even more. You see, the hot bitches are used to getting any nigga they come at. If you're that one nigga that don't budge, then they're going to want you even more. You feel me, li'l nigga?”
My uncle was so good with game it was ridiculous. Everything he said made perfect sense. I knew to pay close attention when he talked, because I knew everything would prove worthy in days to come.
“I feel you, Unc. I feel ya,” I replied.
We continued to chill for another twenty minutes before Snake led me to the velvet room. Shit in there was set-up like a little Egyptian paradise, and the women were beautiful
—nothing but top-notch females. These women had perfect tans and flawless bodies. I couldn't find one who didn't have her makeup in check. I could tell they were wearing that expensive shit because they each looked like movie stars. I, for one, was impressed with how much class these ladies carried.
There was one female in particular who kept looking our way. She was the baddest chick in there. She had beautiful caramel skin, a small waist, C-cup breasts and long black hair. Snake noticed me checking her out.
“You like that?” he asked as he waited for a reaction.
I was sure not to seem too pressed. “So far, she's the baddest chick I've seen in here,” I carefully responded.
“Each day you show more and more traits like your Uncle Vegas,” Snake said as he laughed.
He shook his head as if to say, “It's a pity,” then he continued. “She's venomous, man. That's the infamous Ceazia,” he said, looking her five-foot-five inch frame up and down.
“Damn, that's her? She doesn't look much like a murderer to me,” I said as I watched her move her body like a snake.
Ceazia began to put on a show for me and my uncle as we both plastered our eyes on her. I tried not to show it, but I was about to drool all over myself. This chick had a spell on me that seemed unbreakable. It was tough not letting it show.
I never had a chance to meet Ceazia before, but I'd heard the many tales, and from the looks of things, each story was true. The five years I did in the juvie in South Carolina really had me missing out on a lot. Her panther eyes continued to hypnotize me as she walked over.
“Who's this little one, Snake?” she asked, rubbing her hand across my goatee.
“Nobody you gettin' close to, bitch,” Snake snapped at her.
It was never proven that Ceazia was the shooter the day my Uncle Vegas, Mickie, and Sonya were killed, but Snake was sure she did it.
“Don't be jealous, daddy. You'll always have my attention,” she said to Snake as she rubbed his penis. Snake didn't respond. He just looked her coldly in her eyes and knocked her hand away from his manhood.
I couldn't understand how Snake could avoid Ceazia's spellbinding ways. There I sat, wishing she'd touch me again, especially in the crotch area like she'd just touched Snake, but he wasn't fazed by anything Ceazia did or said.
I constantly watched Ceazia throughout the night. The enchantment she had on the men in the club was crazy. I knew she had to be making the most bank in the club. Hell, I was ready to give her all the loot I had in my pockets. I guess it was a good thing my Uncle Snake was there to keep me from making a fool of myself.
I stared intensely. There wasn't a flaw on Ceazia's body. Her skin was perfect, stomach tight, not a stretch mark in sight, and she had perfect white teeth. She was truly a stunner. No wonder my Uncle Vegas was whipped. Pretty soon, I planned to see just how much we really had in common.
CHAPTER 3
FLY ON THE WALL
UNKNOWN MAN
 
 
I'd been watching Ceazia's every move as I sat in a dark corner of the strip club where she worked. That bitch had no idea I was even here. She was so busy flirting and spitting game to niggas, she didn't even notice me nearly breathing down her fucking neck. All Ceazia saw was dollar signs. Unless you were frosted from ear to belly button, that's earring to chain, and had on an outfit totaling at least $500, a nigga could forget it. I'd told her time and time again, she needed to stay on point. But ever since she got away with Vegas' shooting, she felt like she was on top of the damn world, and could let her guard down at any time. And these cats constantly blowing her head up didn't make shit no betta. This chick truly carried it like she was the Diamond Princess. But like I always told her, once in the game, you're married to the game. At any time, a nigga could be breathing down her neck, ready for revenge, ready to snatch her off that throne.
I continued to watch as she flirted with Snake, and even his li'l nigga, Duke. The effect she had on niggas was stupid! Although I hadn't seen her or even spoken to her in over a month, she was still as fine as the first day I met her. That girl meant the world to me. I would give her my last chicken wing, my last dollar, and even my last breath if I had to, just to please her, but the bitch was just never happy. I would give that bitch my all. It was so many times I fell short on a nigga's money because of her. I even had to buck on niggas and rob a couple of niggas down South just to get back on. Hell, that damn 745 she was driving was bought with a nigga's money I bucked on. And even with all of that, she still wasn't happy. All she kept hollering 'bout was that nigga, Vegas. That man was dead and I still had to compete. But I refused to give up. If I couldn't have her, no one would.
Although Ceazia possessed the most deadly seductive ways that could exist in a woman, I still loved her and yearned for her presence. She could have the most cautious nigga slippin' at any time. It seemed like now she was working on that nigga, Snake. Unfortunately, he looked weak, and seemed to be following real close behind the steps of his late brother. Even though he knew C was guilty of shooting Vegas, and he had all sorts of hatred toward her for it, she still had him weak. I could tell by the look in his eyes. Hell, she even had li'l Duke mesmerized.
Duke was a young buck, so he was easily persuaded, but I thought Snake could stand his ground. I knew C, and if Snake didn't tighten up, he would be her next target. And trust me, that bitch had good aim. She didn't miss a target.
I could only sit back and shake my head as if to say, “It's a pity,” as I watch Ceazia get in Snake's brain and send him and his li'l man out the club's door confused.

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