For the love of Money: A Diggy Simmons Fanfiction

Chapter 1

-6 years ago-

Diggy

Queens. The drug capital of the world. Growing up in the city made me who I am today, and growing up in these streets exposes you to some real life shit too. I remember when I first decided to get into the game. I met Spin when I was only 19 years old. He was my mentor, He guided me....

***Flashback***
We were sitting in his office in his mansion on the outskirts of town. He placed his hands on the desk separating us and began to speak. "You sure you wanna do this boy? This is some grown man shit & I ain't got time to be holdin' some Lil nigga hand cause he don't know what to do." I looked and cut my eyes at him. "Is this nigga serious?" I thought to myself. "Spin, how long have you known me? My family?" "Since your diaper days youngin'." He answered. "Then you know that I'm down for whatever."I said looking serious as fuck.  He leaned back in his chair and took a drag from his cigar sitting in the ashtray & let out a small chuckle. "Well alright..." He said.

After that day I went home & started really thinking. Did I really wanna do this? This is gonna change my whole entire life. I wasn't doing shit with my life, graduated from highschool but that's about it. What do I have to lose? Then I got a call from my phone from an unknown number. I picked up, "Yeah?" "Meet me downstairs in 5" a young woman said on the other end, then the call ended. After that all I remember was getting into a Rolls-Royce next to this fine ass girl who was obviously missing some material from what she had on. She was beautiful, caramel skin, emerald green eyes & the body of a goddess. I had to focus on keeping my eyes on her face, otherwise the blood would drain outta mine & go down south, if you know what I mean. "Were you the one on the phone?" I asked. "Yep, I'm Nyla. I was sent to you by Spin, I'll be teaching you the game."

***Present day***

From that day on Nyla became my right hand woman. Eventually we built an empire together. All of Jamaica-Queens was MINE. The city basically belonged to me. We made a domain with 5 other girls: Marie (now Mersades), Viviana (now Veveno), Gianna (now Ghost), Fatima (now Ferrari) and Beverly (now Bentley). And Nyla? Nyla was my prized- posession, my baby. I nicknamed her 9/11 (or Nine for short), after a Porsche. I named all my girls after cars cause they were the only thing better next to getting pussy and money. And my girls provided both, so it's a win-win for me. They became my "workers" per-say. They made my money. I was slangin' these bricks and grams like clockwork. It became a lifestyle that I got use to. It all paid off too, made enough to buy a mansion of my own, drive my own cars, and own my own shit, ya feel me? Feels good to go to sleep at night knowing everything you got in ya life came from your hard work. But sometimes, some people just don't know how to appreciate it, fucking things up. This just wasn't my day...

I was sitting in my office counting the money I just made from this drop earlier today. Who would've thought you could make $50,000 in 4 hours just from selling drugs. I was up to my 5th thousand when Nyla walked in. I looked up and stopped counting. "Got dammit Nine, the fuck you want?" "Watch your tone when you're talking to me nigga." Nine didn't like to be disrespected, she knew she built this with me so I agree she does deserve some respect, but damn she could at least knock. "We got a problem." She said as she bit her lip looking up at me. I already knew what was up. One of these bitches got cased up AGAIN. I rolled my eyes and sighed as I got up and made my way towards the safe. "Who is it this time?" I asked Nine. She hesitated for a second with a look of fear in her eyes. She knew that if she told me who it was, they would be in for an ass-whoopin when they get out. I turned around and gave her a stern look. "Hello?? Am I talking to myself?" "It's.... It's Mersades." Nine finally said. "For what?!" "She got caught with an undercover."

Nine

I didn't wanna tell him, but I knew if I didn't Dig would probably put his hands on me, a thing he has never done. Diggy has beaten the other girls before, but only when they'd fuck up. But me? Never had a reason to do so. If I did fuck up, I'd always fix it before he'd notice. My eyes were always open, for me, Dig & the girls as well. Hence, the reason why I know whose in jail right now. Dig collected the rest of the bail money & gave it to me. "You know the police knows you Dig, they're trying to shut you down." I said. Dig nodded and went back to his desk to count the money. "Just make sure she comes to see me when you bring her back."

"Alright." And with that I walked out. I went out the front door and hopped into my Range & pulled off towards the station. Dig got this truck for me on my 21st birthday. Sometimes I wonder, does he really have feelings for me? Or does he just treat me better because I've been there since day 1? Either way, I love the treatment. And I'm not gonna lie, I loved Daniel with all my heart. Over the six years I've been by his side, we've built a relationship, mentally and physically. I wasn't the only one he was fucking, but the main one at least.

I made it to the station & waited for Mersades to walk out after paying the bail. After about 45 minutes later, she walked out with the same short leopard print dress she had on from last nights job & her hair all over the place. Marie was a Cuban- Spanish chick. Kinky hair, thick accent with the hips and booty to match. She ran over and hugged me. "You didn't tell Dig did you?" She asked me with a look of dispair. "Marie I had to, how else was I suppose to bail you out?" She started crying as she walked out with me following behind. "God, he's gonna kill me!!" She cried. I just rubbed her back & helped her to my truck. I didn't say anything because there was no reassurance that I could give her from that statement, cause it could be true.