Excerpt {One Shot, Two Shots} [3]

I’ll be giving random experts until the completion of this book. Is it building anticipation? lol. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Warning: This is an Urban Drama so there is some explicit content.

This is a just a bit of Chapter Seven, not the entire thing.


Chapter Seven

Jason aka Niice couldn’t help but shake his head at his friend Lamar. He didn’t understand why the guy just didn’t give his mom some money so she could shut up.

Niice was eighteen and had left school two years ago to make some money. Of course easy money was made selling weed. At least that was the lie people wanted you to believe. There was no such thing as easy money. It was a daily fight and you often had to fight with the other guys just so a sell could be made.

All of the guys pretty much got along but if you didn’t get to that car first you didn’t get paid. Niice didn’t have to worry about that fight though. The guys tended to stay out of his way. Lamar was the one who still had to struggle. He was still new in the game and he wasn’t the type to push his way to the top. Niice was going to get him to have to change that.

They walked down the street and stopped at a house three down from the corner where they did their business. They walked onto the porch and Niice turned the knob.

It was open.

They stepped inside and Black Thomas, the guy they essentially worked for, was sitting on the couch eating.

“I hope it was worth it,” Black said when he saw them. “I hope y’all can afford to be sleeping in.”

“Man, don’t worry about that. We just running a little late,” Niice said.

“What you got for me?” Black asked putting his plate down on the couch next to him.

Niice reached into his back pocket and pulled out a tattered small brown paper bag. He pulled a stack of money out of the bag and handed it to Black. Black counted the money and then peeled off a couple hundred and handed it back to Niice and he pocketed it.

Black turned to look at Lamar.

“Your turn,” Black said.

Lamar pulled a small amount of money from his pocket and handed it to Black. Black counted the money.

“This is it?” Black asked looking up.

“Yeah. I didn’t sell everything,” Lamar said.

“Tiffany!” Black shouted.

Tiffany, Black’s live in girlfriend, walked into the living room.

“What?”

“Give Niice some bags,” he said. He peeled off a twenty and handed it to Lamar.

Lamar took the money and looked down at it.

“What about him?” Tiffany asked walking over to a speaker sitting beside the TV.

“Don’t give him shit,” Black said.

Lamar rolled his eyes and put the twenty in his pocket. Tiffany opened the back of the speaker, which had been hollowed out and took out what she needed. She handed it to Niice and started out of the room.

“Take this plate and warm it up,” Black said.

Tiffany walked over and snatched the plate from him and left the living room.

“What the fuck are you waiting for? That money’s not going to make itself,” Black said.

Niice and Lamar turned and walked out of the house.


Until next week… Love, Peace & Chicken Grease.

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Author: TaQuanda Taylor

TaQuanda Taylor is a native of Rochester, NY. She studied at School of the Arts high school as a drama major. TaQuanda moved to Brooklyn, NY in 2007. In 2011 TaQuanda made an active decision to pursue a career in writing. She enrolled in the Creative Writing for Entertainment program at Full Sail University where she is working on her Bachelors degree in Fine Arts.

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