Dem Dam Wallz (eBook)

Chaddem Hill (Autor)

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2023 | 1. Auflage
125 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3509-2649-1 (ISBN)

Infos

Step into Auntie's world, where she owns multiple businesses in a small town while striving to achieve and maintain the Black American dream. Auntie does it all, balancing between legitimate business and the streets, with a loyal crew of Nieces and Nephews by her side. In this small town, secrets abound, money flows, and Dem Dam Wallz hold stories you won't believe.

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In the heart of a small town, where the hustle never stops, and the pursuit of the Black American dream takes many forms, there's a world that thrives beneath the surface. The same individuals you see in sharp suits and ties during the day might transform into the life of the party at the club come Friday night. That man you noticed in the oversized hoodie? He could be the silent owner of the very business you frequent. Flashiness isn't our style; we're about getting that money. We work diligently, play fearlessly, and chase the almighty dollar with relentless determination. Take that college girl you've seen around town, for instance; she might be the brains behind the dispensary you visit regularly. But the question lingers: where did she acquire the funds for such an endeavor? Or consider that quiet strip club that always seems vacant. How does it stay afloat? And then there's the nightclub that's forever bustling. The truth behind it all may not be what it seems, or maybe it is. The stories hidden behind Dem Dam Wallz are countless, and they'll take you on a journey you won't soon forget. Some will embrace this journey, while others may resist. Living this life is a world apart from observing it from the outside. Allow me to be your guide on this adventure. The chapters may be few, but the tales waiting to be unveiled are teeming with intrigue, secrets, and revelations.

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The Plan

We have been at this club thing for a good minute now. We made it through the summer without incident. The college kids have found a new hangout spot. The older adults have found a place to feel young again. Its running smooth. We have lost a few nieces and nephews but there is a long list waiting in the wings so we will be fine. “Auntie, why don’t you sell some of your “stuff” at the club?”, asked Zolo, the main Nephew. “I mean, whenever we smoke it outside, everybody be trying to get at us about where we got it from and if we have any for sale.” “Look, that’s why I let ya’ll smoke it outside. That’s how we create the buzz, it will make them want it more, they just have to be patient.”, she said. “Look Auntie, no disrespect but you missing out on coins by not doing it. Everybody is smoking and you know that. If we sell it outside of the club then they can’t say it came from you!” Fine, she said. If you think, we can get that off OUTSIDE, then we will. The college kids have Homecoming soon. We will get together with the Smoke team and see how it goes. The street will be packed so we can fan out and cover the entire street. BUT, we need some bodies that aren’t affiliated with the club to do it. You have any ideas?” Zolo was a smooth talking muthafucka. When he spoke people listened. He drank HEAVY all the time but unless you saw him do it, you would never know. He was just that smooth. Always drinking but never drunk. “I have an idea, he said. We need to try it first, but I think it will work.” “Alright, let me hear it”, Auntie replied. As we are walking back to the office, we survey the landscape to make sure no one is around. The club is closed so the only person moving around is the janitor. Cleaning up for tomorrow. We go into the office, close the door then it reopens. “What up bro, can I help you?” It’s the janitor. Why is he in here? See, like I told you, no one knows what anyone else is doing except Auntie….and the janitor. Wings! “It’s ok, he’s fine, she said.” “So here is the plan. We watch the crowd on Thursday to see if there are any regulars who been coming since we opened. We watch them and see if they are drinkers or smokers or both. Then, we find some baddies from the college, they show up on Friday and Saturday. We get the baddies to walk the street, selling for us all the while not being employees of the club. Niggas always try to holler at them so we use them up to be the bag girls. If the CGs (college girls) are smokers, that’s even better. We give them some for free. See if they like it..Ya know, test the waters. If they do, they will talk it up on campus and at the bars. If they don’t they will definitely tell us what the kids are trying to smoke.” “Ok. Let me think it over. I don’t like to fail at anything and this could be HUGE if we do it right.” Zolo hugged Auntie and started to leave. You good, Auntie?” he asked. “Of course, baby, now get home safely and let me know when you do.” “I might be in the guts of somebody soon, so I will just hit you later, he said with a smile.” SMH..”you always in some guts boy. Strap up tight. You know pussy has teeth!” AUNTIE!! He yelled..your mouth! They both laughed and he went on his way.

The janitor, Wings, sat patiently in the office. Not saying a word, just listening. He knew his role and played it very well. Every body loved him. He was kind and smart and listened to Auntie when no one else would. He had secrets of his own that nobody would ever believe. But why? Who ever cares about the janitor. Who takes the time to sit around and talk to the janitor? Auntie, that’s who. And the janitor..it’s her husband! He was the man! He was her man. There wasn’t anything another woman could offer him that she couldn’t. He was her everything and she was his. He was her calm in the midst of all this craziness she called business. No one knew it. No one should know it. No one is ever mad at the janitor. No one yells at the janitor when there is no more hookahs. No one yells at the janitor when there is no more singles in the register. He just always appears right on time to make sure everything is clean and filled. He never complains until someone does stupid shit. Even then, he just cleans it up and keeps it moving.

“Hey babe. Great work tonight” he said. Just those words of encouragement made her heart smile. “You really doing your thing out here. The people really seem to like the club. That’s a good thing. You’re making some money. That’s a good thing too. But you have a look on your face that I haven’t seen before. What’s going through that big ole head of yours?”, he asked. C’mon, you heard Zolo. We could be making bank outside with our stuff! You know that’s always been the plan. Get a legit business and push it through. For some reason, I don’t think his plan is gonna work and I don’t wanna be exposed! This club is nothing compared to everything else we got going on.” Okay okay, then walk yourself through the plan. Step by step and see where the kink is. Oh, I know where the kink is. It’s the girls selling outside! Well, if you know that, then fix it and make it work! Ugghhh, I hate kinks. After thinking about this plan for hours. Here’s what we came up with. The same plan! Nothing changed. Nobody new. The same fucking plan. Trial and error. We have to perfect this. Let’s go! I’m not even waiting for next week. We doing it now!

Its’s Saturday night. Club is getting packed. Dj Redbone is on the ones and twos. Starting to see the college kids showing up. I have Zolo watching out for baddies. I mean head turning baddies. At the same time, we are keeping a close eye on some of the regulars. We see a few that come all the time and we surmise that they are smokers. TEST RUN. Luckily, the music is loud. Zolo points out a baddie on the outside camera. I mean, she made me look twice. She is tall, thick with tig ole bitties! She had a wonder weave (ya know, the kind that makes you wonder if its real or not). She carried herself like a Stallion. She had her own little entourage. Aww..that’s cute. Zolo texted me that she was on her way in. I said, “before she comes in, ask her if she smokes? “Who don’t” she said as she rolled her neck. He handed her a satchel, yes a satchel and said smoke this! She looked at him and went back outside. 20 minutes later she emerged, eyes red as fuck. First thing she did was ask “What the fuck was that?” “It’s that stuff!” Oh, shit! We been hearing about it but nobody can get they hands on it. How can I get more?” BOOM, just like that…Marketing team captain! “Let me see what I can do. I may have a better opportunity than that for you if you interested, he said.” “Boy, look. I have everything I need, what more can you offer except more of that stuff?” He looked at her and said, meet me in the room next to the office in an hour”. Bet, and you better not be wasting my time! She said.

This chick is it. She bad. She a smoker. She has an entourage of baddies. And she boughetto (bougie plus ghetto). Just what I was looking for. Next to Auntie’s office is a smaller office where we do on the spot interviews and make the hookahs. It also has a 2 way mirror and mic so I can see and hear everything that’s going on in there. Like I said before, Auntie don’t trust nobody! It’s almost time. Is this girl gonna show up or is she all talk? Nope..she showed up and showed out! She stepped into the office and introduced herself. Brittney J. That’s her name. Nice to meet you, Brittney J. I’m Zolo but you can call me Nephew. “Nephew? What the fuck is that all about, she asked as she reapplied her lipgloss in the mirror. It’s simple, every member of the Man Squad is Nephew and every female team member is Niecy. That’s how Auntie wants it. Anonymity but we right in your face. “Ok. I see” she said. Now she fixing her hair, still can’t tell if it’s a weave or not. “Here’s the jist. That “stuff” I gave you, I can get it all day and night. No questions asked. If you want, I can supply and you can get it off, just not in the club. In return, you get to keep 20% of what you sell in cash or in stuff to do as you please. The only catch is you tell no one where you got it and you only deal with me. You liked the product so Ima let you set the price. Whatever price you start is where we stay. Can you do that?” She checked her lipgloss again, turned on her heels and said, Yup! Meet me back here in an hour!” My girl! Bosslady in the making. Now my problem is we don’t know her. We don’t know where she’s from, we don’t know where she goes, where she lays her head..We know nothing. Zolo comes into the office and says, “She’s in.” Closes the door and goes back to his post. About an hour later, the janitor says, “Hey, we good?” “Yup, can you bag up a zip and get it ready?”, I asked. “No problem, its already done.” Clockwork. Cogs in a wheel. Put a plan in motion and watch it play out. Let’s see what this little boughetto bitch can do. She went out to the dancefloor and danced her ass off. She was dropping it and winding it. Stealing all the attention.

She checked her phone and figured now was as good a time as any. She met Zolo in the same spot. He handed her a custom tumbler with the zip inside. Instructions were simple. Empty the tumbler then come back for more. The plan is to empty the tumbler before the club closed. That meant she has to take the tumbler outside to sell. As we watched the cameras, we were amazed. As she began to go outside (under our watchful eye), tumbler in hand, she seemed to have a bigger following than when she came in. Guys and girls. It wasn’t noticeable unless you were watching because people...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 1.11.2023
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-13: 979-8-3509-2649-1 / 9798350926491