A Hood Nigga's Forever Chic! Part 1

Chapter 1 (Introduction)

"I'm gone give you one last chance and only
one to come up with my damn money! I'm
done fuckin around with you! You don't have
my bread by tomorrow and that's yo ass!"
Antwan aggressively delivered the words to a
loyal customer of his before spitting a clog on
the sidewalk. His aggravation stemmed from
the fact that this drug addict was repetitive on
being short when it came to paying for his
habit.

    The addict had a look of desperation and
nervousness all at once. Deep down he was
afraid of Antwan, but he desperately needed
the crack rock that Antwan was dishing out.
Antwan was a young nigga, but he had the best
crack in town. All the junkies became glued to
his product.

    Antwan slammed the small baggy of crack in
the dope fiends hand before harshly snatching
the wrinkled up bills out of the other. "I want
my money." He whispered in a demanding
manor. "Promise, I get it to ya tomar." The
fiend responded with broken grammar. He did
a head nod to assure Antwan he wasn't lying.
"Man get the fuck out of here and don't come
back unless you got my dough!" He replied.

    The fiend start walking away quickly while
attempting to be discrete as he examined the
drugs in his hands. This was the one reason
Antwan felt guilty about being a hustler. He
didn't like how excited addicts acted over
drugs. He hated that he was the one condoning
such sales, but he thought to himself if I don't
get the money someone else will.

    Antwan wasn't the average hustler. He was
only 21 living on his own. He was handsome
with dimples, waves in his fade, caramel
completed skin and hazel eyes. As popular as
he was he was somewhat a loaner. He barely
dealt with his family and didn't need friends.
Everything he handled with others were
business affairs only.

    He had a flock of women, but they were
business partners too. They counted his
inventory, kept track of his clientele, and gave
him pussy when he wanted it, but that was
about it! One thing he vowed to never do was
force a woman into soliciting her body.

    His mom was a prostitute who was killed by
his father who was her pimp. The tragic
happened when Antwan was only 10 years old.
From there he was placed in foster care where
he ran away. As soon as he turned 14 he was
introduced to the streets. The main nigga that
he had in his corner was Tony.

    Tony was a Cuban dude from the Bronx, but
his hustle matched Antwan's. They had been 
co partners in the hustle game for 4 years and
had known each other practically their whole
lives.

    Tony was charming in his own right. His skin
was pale, but he had straight pearly whites, a
gorgeous smile, and jet black hair that
glistened in a ponytail. Tony was the definition
of a pretty boy as far as looks.

    Unlike Antwan, Tony wasn't raised by fucked
up parents and never seen a foster home a day
in his life. Tony's parents were members of the
church and moved him out of the hood as
soon as they settled their debt.

    Problem was Tony was a rebel and the black
sheep of the family. His sister Tierra was the
golden child. Extremely beautiful, talented and
made straight A's in school. She had barely
graduated high school and was off to college
soon.

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After Antwan's drug deal, he pulled up in
front of Tony's house where he lived with his
parents. The house was one of the biggest
houses on the street. Anytime he went there he
felt out of place . After all, he still lived in the
hood. He chose to stay there to keep from
looking suspicious to the feds.

    He was parked in his all white Benz with
black tents as he rolled up a fat blunt. He kept
the windows rolled up with the music on low.
He watched his surroundings through his
mirrors as he always did. That's when he laid
eyes on Tierra. She had grown up since the last time he saw her almost 2 years ago. Damn T
done got bad as fuck! She thicker than a
mathufucka! He said to himself, but he knew
that baggin his niggas sister would be going against the grain. She was something to see
though.

    Her badge toned skin looked soft with a
glow , her hips had gotten wider and her ass
got fatter. Her hair was bone straight and
touched the middle of her back. Her eyes were
glossy and her lips were perfect. Antwan
couldn't help but to admire her from head to
toe and even though she was off limits he
couldn't help it when his flirtation kicked in.

    He rolled the window down just enough to
reveal his eyes before shouting out the window.
"Yo T!" He yelled while grabbing her attention.
She seemed unsure that it was him as she
approached his Benz. "Antwan?" She
questioned with surprise in her voice.
Adrenaline crept through her body.  "Wassup
girl. I heard you got accepted to Princeton." He
stated. Tierra was all smiles. "Yea I leave next
month. Mom and dad are throwing me a going
away party and you should come." She told
him. "I don't know ma, you know how yo daddy
feel about me." He reminded her.

    Truth was Tierra and Tony's dad couldn't
stand Antwan. To him Antwan was just
another thug that didn't want anything out of
life. He couldn't stand the fact that his only son
was following behind Antwan's ignorance. He
didn't respect how Antwan was addicted to
Jordan's, baggy pants and flashy jewelry. When
he saw Antwan, he looked at him as a nigga
with no purpose.

    But Antwan would never know the way
Tierra truly felt about him. She always had a
thing for him and nobody knew it. Sometimes
she would fantasize about being with him and
wished he'd take her virginity. She wished and
wished so bad that she never gave another
nigga a sample of that pussy. She was loyal to
her dream man. She vowed to be a virgin
forever unless she got fucked by him.

    That wasn't going to happen though. Tierra's
parents were super strict and never let her
around boys too long. Here she was 18 soon to
be 19 and they still had a grip on her. She still
had a curfew and was told how to dress by her
father.  In Tierra's mind she just wanted to be
with Antwan. She'd never stop loving him. It's
saddened her how he didn't know this.

    They stared at each other for a few seconds
before their contact was broken by her big
brother Tony. "Tierra what the fuck you doin?
Don't get yo fast ass slapped." He threatened.
"You better not touch me!" She warned. "Chill
bruh!" Antwan chimed in. "We just talking. "
he continued. Tony didn't respond. He just
shook his head and got in the passenger seat of
the car before the two drove off.

    "Nigga don't be tryna bag my sis like you do
these hoes. Tierra's a good girl and pops will
kill you." Tony spoke with his heavy Bronx
accent. "It ain't nothing like that. I was just
congratulating her about college." Antwan
stated.  His mouth was saying one thing, but
his mind was saying if only she'd let me, I
would fuck the shit out of her.