Sweet Dreams Or Beautiful Nightmares

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🎶Big rich town x Joe and 50 cent🎶

I just happen to come up hard
legal or illegal baby I gotta make it

February 15th, 2020

The loud HEMI engine caused several onlookers as Derrick pulled his Hellcat into a single car garage along side his club. He stepped out of the garage taking a deep breath looking around at the crowd in the parking lot and the line outside the front of the building. After closing the garage door with his phone Derrick walked around the front and slapped up his security before walking into the packed club. He wasn't planning on staying for too long. Checking on a few things and see what's up with his boys.

Derrick walked straight up a step of stairs and up to a door unlocking it with his phone as well. He walked into his office looking out at the crowd through the one-way glass.

Getting here wasn't easy for Derrick. He was born to a drug addicted mother who died when he was 12 and a father who disappeared when he was 3. Having an addict for a mother and a non existent father he had to get it on his own since he could remember.

Life with his mother wasn't easy. Child services was involved multiple times and never seemed to take Derrick away from her. They were evicted, living in shelters, couch surfing and trap houses. She would only have a job for a few weeks before she was caught stealing from the register or coming to work high. With all this on Derrick's plate he still managed to do pretty good in school until 7th grade. One day he came back to the shelter they were at for a couple days. They had a little room with two twin beds and a closet. He sat on his bed and did his homework until someone knocked on the door. His mother was found dead from a drug overdose earlier that day. From that day until 18 he was placed in the foster care system.

Derrick's father was Samoan according to what people in neighborhood had told him. He was around when Derrick was a baby to about 3 and he disappeared. Just dropped from the face of the earth with no trace. He was no where to be found nor was any other family from either side for Derrick. He knew very little about his father besides from what the people in the neighborhood told him and his OG. Not even his real name.

Just his nickname. Tiny.

After being put into the system Derrick ran away several times from group homes and shelters. He would go stay with local dealers who knew his mom and helped him once he turned 18. While he was in the foster care system Derrick would do little errands for them which turned into selling at school which led him to juvie a few times and that turned into him having control of the entire south side Houston, Texas drug game.

Derrick knew the drug life was dangerous and what it caused. He lost his mother to it. He knew he had many enemies and he could possibly have the DEA looking into him but his operation ran cleaned and under the radar so it was unlikely. It was the only way to put clothes on his back and food in his mouth...quickly and without much effort or skill.

Derrick wants to get out the game but it's the income from the game provides for his son with the lifestyle he never had. He had a kid five years ago with his OGs daughter which he's been on and off with since his teenage years. He is such a good father...something he never had and was never taught. He has a great relationship with his son and provides for his mother too even though they aren't together and she can be difficult sometimes.

Derrick poured a cup of Casamigos taking a sip as he watched his club thrive. Every VIP section was full, drinks were flowing and the dance floor was full of women shaking ass and men acting like they haven't gotten any pussy in weeks. The club was going to be his way out he hope. This was his washer, his front but it was making just as much at the drug game but the overflow of money was so good and plentiful that it was hard to leave the drug game altogether.

He looked at his watch noticing it was 11:30 and his boys would be in their usual section up to their usual antics. He checked himself in the mirror making sure his fit was right.

He walked out of his office locking it behind him before walking down a set of stairs leading to the balcony VIP sections. He was met with RNB x Young Dolph blaring through the club and the smell of weed.

"I know y'all ain't spark up without me." His boys Rico, Gwap, and Chino all slapped him up handing him one of several blunts in rotation and a shot of Hennessy Privilege. "Y'all know that dark shit gets me aggressive, I need to get some clear up here."

Tyrone took the shot from Derrick with a big grin. "Maaan I'll take it then." He is one of Derrick's workers. He took him on as a charity case as well because he knew him from the neighborhood. Tyrone has a wife and kid but the way he cheats you could never tell. Some people just don't deserve marriage and a family.

Derrick looked at Tyrone with a twisted expression. "Um you suppose to be handling business not sitting up here." Tyrone's eyes bugged out as he practically ran down the steps and out the front door.

Derrick walked downstairs to the bar and couldn't find Khimaya, his head bartender and best friend of umpteen years, behind the bar at her usual spot. I walked to the back room knocking before walking in. "Khimaya...are you working or talking? Make yourself useful and get one of the girls to bring a bottle of Casamigos, 1942 and chasers up to my section."

"I gotchu but Derrick this is my friend and our newest bottle girl Omarosa...Omarosa this is Derrick, your boss...emphasis on your boss." Derrick stuck his hand out giving hers a shakes. Her hand was very soft, small and dainty so he did my best not to crash it with the firmness of his handshake.

"Yours too...Nice to meet you." We all walked over to the bar as Derrick tapped away at the kiosk putting in his order. He turned around walking back to his section looking over his shoulder at Omarosa leaned over to Khimaya still keeping her eyes on him.