Doing what 20 year old Nasiem deemed as right, put him in a tough situation. Quickly teaching him a little something about life.

Benjiman Cartier Gotti, "BG" to the streets, "Benji" to those he cared about, which was slim to none. A young thug at the age of twenty one with a hustler's mentality, killer demeanor, and the game that could make any girl fall in love. With a heart made of ice and the big dreams of being one of the richest street hustlers the world had ever seen, he took the streets by storm with ambition. Benji was a go-getter and was determined to do whatever it took to get it, by any means necessary. He strayed to a place that he knew could turn his dirty rags into riches, which is exactly what he did. He knew shit wouldn't be given to him on a silver platter, so he grinded hard for his ticket out until he found himself on top of it all. Just because you started from the bottom, doesn't mean it's where you'll end .. and just because you never had shit, doesn't mean you never will. Benjiman Cartier Gotti was a natural born hustler. Against all odds he came out on top, but at what cost? Vanessa Wright | Copyright ©️ 2019 | All Rights Reserved Author: Vanessa Write | Cover: _tolerated NOT A FAN FICTION.

No matter the distance separating us, we're the only ones that know how to guide the traffic between our hearts. No more failed attempts. We're lasting this time.

If my life is without you, it may never be the same. I crossed that street, only for debris to set me back. The busy streets washed past us trampling over everything we once had. The honking blocked my ears of the lies you told only making me want to prolong my stay. The cars, trucks and buses ran over my overly tired pumping heart that seemed to mean nothing to you. We let the bystanders come between us distancing us farther and farther away from each other. The tug you had on my heart stopped traffic, only allowing me to realize that I was All Grown Up, and I still couldn't manage to cross the street to His Block.

What if the love of your life only stood across the street from you? What would you do? Cross the street or wait for them to do so? Would you guys both make the attempt or let the busy streets wash past you guys and blind your eyes of the future you guys can have? Let the honking block your ears of the expression of love that could be once heard. Let the cars, trucks and buses block the views of the pumping hearts that hold value to you both. Let the bystanders get through you both erasing every memory you guys once accumulated. What would you do as you stand on his block?

"𝚃𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐." Read how two lost souls come together and save each other, fixing what was once broken.

Tomboy

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.