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Within days of the shooting in Newport News, Eric and two of Frank’s soldiers were picked up and charged with the attempted murder of Leon Tucker, who was the five year-old who’d been shot by a stray. With all that heat, no one in their right mind was gonna set up shop in Bad Newz. Rodney wasn’t concerned with much those days, except fucking all kinds of broads and traveling to different cities to watch Anthony play ball. Tammy was finishing up her schoolwork at Thomas Nelson in preparation for spring break, but I was itching for an opportunity to get more dough. At nineteen years old, $200,000 was straight, but I knew that millions was in my reach, I just couldn’t feel it yet.
Spring break came around and I decided to buy a new whip. I went to Casey BMW on J. Clyde Boulevard and bought a burgundy 1995 M3 BMW. One of the children from the Casey family had gone to Tabb High with me, so there was no problem getting the paperwork taken care of. I put the car in Tammy’s name, since I knew any story she’d make up about how she afforded it would be more credible than mine. I only put $9,000 down, but I worked it out so I’d pay $9,000 a month until the $50,000 asking price was paid; on paper, it’d look like the car was financed and paid off early. Trey had taught me that set up with car lots.
I gave my ‘92 Sentra to my lil brother Andre since he was in his senior year of high school. I knew he’d been hearing a lot about me in the past couple of months, but I hadn’t had a chance to sit and holla at him because I’d been ripping and running. When I took him the car, I filled him in on the crazy shit that had happened since the New Year started. I gave him some money for him and our parents and told him I’d stay in touch. He gave me a phone number and said Tyrone had been trying to contact me for a few days.
Tammy had been wrapping up her last class before spring break when I went to cop the M3 BMW, so I rode up to Thomas Nelson to pick her up. We had the same Motorola cell phones, and I knew when she didn’t see the Sentra at 3 pm, she’d start calling me. I laughed to myself as she stood there waiting, I had light tint on the Beemer so she couldn’t see that I was right in front of her.
Just as I thought, she called me; I answered the phone and hit the window switch at the same time. Aaron Hall’s “I Miss You” was bumping through my nine Bose speaker system. I stepped out and told her to drive her new car while I rode shotgun. She looked like a kid in a candy store when she hopped in. While we drove around Hampton, I called Tyrone from my cell phone. He was home for spring break and he wanted to holla. Since Tammy had never met Tyrone, I told her to drive to his mother’s house. Tyrone was outside when we pulled up and by his expression, he couldn’t believe that Kenny B. had come up this nice. I stepped out the BMW with my blue velour Nike sweats on and my matching Carolina blue MJ’s on my feet. We dapped up and I waved for Tammy to step out the ride.
She was flawless in her beige Chanel body suit with the Chanel shades and beige Gucci wrap sandals. I introduced her as the only female I trusted, but I don’t think Tyrone heard anything I said. He was caught in a trance. Tammy had the body that women would die for, and the exotic looks of a super model. We went in and chatted with Tyrone’s mother and brother for a while before going back out front.
Tyrone had heard from a few people that went to Bethel High that I was doing big things around the area, but no one seemed to know what. Rodney’s man, Anthony, used to go to school with Tyrone at Bethel High. Apparently, Anthony had a b-ball game at VCU in February and he told Tyrone that I was doing good and that I lived at Signature Place. I filled Tyrone in briefly on how I was living, but I didn’t get into details. I let him know I was looking for new opportunities to get into now.
He told me he’d met a lot of dudes in Richmond that were getting money, but they had a problem keeping a steady connect. I gave him my address to Signature Place and told him to come check me out the next day. Tammy and I headed home and discussed the possibilities. She was with whatever I was with as long as we thought it through first. The new car smell turned me on, and had me envisioning new money. It was time to get my focus back onto getting money.
Tyrone was on time the next day and had no problem finding my spot in Signature Place. He asked about Tammy and I told him she stayed with her mother in Bethel Manor most of the time. He complimented everything in my place, and we got down to business after; the main drug of choice around Richmond at the time was cocaine. Demand was at an all time high, and so were the prices. Most of the coke was cheap with a lot of cut in it, but I knew Trey could put me down with some shit that would make your heart burst. I wanted to visit the Richmond area first and work out a strategy for moving coke instead of heroin. I spoke to Tammy about the situation and told her to holla at Trey. Once my trip to Richmond was over, I’d have to head to Brooklyn and have a sit down with Trey again.
Tyrone had a ‘91 Jetta, so we headed out to Richmond to see the area and speak to a few guys that were doing things. Tammy stayed in Derby Run and prepared for our trip to New York. I took a lot of mental notes while visiting the different areas on the North side of Richmond. We met a few guys on Chamberlin Avenue, Leburnum Avenue, and Broad Street. Church Hill looked like a good spot for heroin, but the murder rate in the area was already ridiculous, so I kept to the new plan.
My focus was on the Northside, since the majority of the dealers made money on the Northside. VCU was located in the middle of Richmond just off Broad Street, so Tyrone was in a good location to set up shop. I wanted him to be the figure head for the Richmond operation since he was in good with a lot of the dealers already. He was currently living in the Towers, but we decided it would be best for him to get another spot away from the action. We searched around until we found an area a few miles away from Broad Street off of Azalea Boulevard.
They had some nice condos for rent beside Henrico High School. Tyrone wrote the numbers down so we could contact the owners soon. Within two weeks, I wanted to have phase one of my Richmond plan off the ground. Tyrone couldn’t believe how focused I’d become about getting money in less than two years, because most of the time when me and Tyrone were together during high school, I was mainly concerned with pussy. I was only hoping that his focus was in the same direction as mine.
Once I returned from Richmond, I had Tyrone drop me off at Signature Place. I told him I’d get back with him by the end of the week. Tammy came to pick me up after Tyrone left, and on our way to Derby Run, she filled me in on what Trey had said. Evidently things were going good in New York, because Trey wanted to see me ASAP about the coke. We planned to leave two days later on a Wednesday.
I called Rodney on his cell to see if he wanted to get down with this Richmond shit, and he said that he was gonna do his thing in Newport News with the heroin. Since Eric’s trial for the shooting was coming up in two weeks, I told Rodney even though a few months had passed, it wouldn’t be a good idea to open shop back up downtown. Rodney was hard headed, so all I could do was wish him the best. I could still get heroin for cheap, so I did offer to get him a good supply whenever I went to get cocaine. We said our goodbyes and got off the phone. I ended up moving our trip to Brooklyn up a day early since Rodney wasn’t gonna be a part of the Richmond operation. I had Tammy put $50,000 in the travel bag even though no prices had been discussed yet with Trey.
This would be our first road trip in the M3 BMW, so we went the long way up 95 North from 64 West. I didn’t have the EZ pass yet for the M3, so we had to stop at all the tolls on 95. We usually went over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge on Highway 13 until we hit Delaware, to cut an hour out of our trip. We still got to Brooklyn in a little over five hours; we only stopped for gas and food. Tammy never told me that Trey’s birthday was the day we decided to see him. It was March 17, 1995—St. Patrick’s Day.
It was a little after 1 pm when we pulled up to Livonia Avenue. A lot of people were outside the building when we went up with our bags, but we didn’t worry about being robbed or about the car being messed with because everyone knew whose parking space we had. They also knew Tammy when they saw her. The twins were just waking up for the day, Tim and Trey were out shopping for clothes for the night, and Reggie was sitting back cleaning one of his new guns when we walked in. I never saw Tammy’s father and he was never talked about by any of the family.
The plan for the night was everybody was going to celebrate Trey’s birthday at the Tunnel in Manhattan. Mary J. Blige was supposed to perform there for his 28th birthday. Tammy and I were the only ones that weren’t twenty-one, but that wouldn’t be a problem since her brothers were throwing the party. The twins, Tony and Maurice, were well known in Manhattan, along with Trey but Reggie and Tim usually did all their business in Brooklyn.
The turnout that night was tremendous. All kinds of stars and athletes were on hand. Puffy, Biggie Smalls, Lil Kim, Wu Tang, De Angelo, Patrick Ewing, and SWV were some of the celebrities that showed up. Bottles of Moet were floating around the club like beer at $350 apiece. Funk Master Flex was the DJ for the night, and he gave a hell of a party. Mary J. brought Biggie on to end the night as they performed “One More Chance” with Trey on stage.
After the celebration, instead of going back to BK, everybody got hotel rooms in Manhattan at the Marriott. Trey had three girls with him in his suite, Reggie was alone, and the twins were nowhere to be found. Word was that a well-known basketball player had gotten his chain stolen at gunpoint while leaving the Tunnel that night. Times Square was beautiful when lit up at night, so Tammy and I decided to walk a little before calling it a night. It didn’t take us long to circle back to the hotel and head to the room. We fell asleep as soon as we hit the bed.
It was mid afternoon by the time we got back to BK. The twins were there with lots of jewelry on. Trey was drinking bottled water to get the alcohol out of his system. He and I took a walk around the block, and discussed business. He told me the in and outs about supplying coke at wholesale prices, and I learned the differences between selling coke and selling heroin. We talked about the set up in Richmond and what would be the best route to go. We decided that it would be best to sell the coke to other dealers instead of breaking it down and selling to the users. Cocaine could be cut also, but Trey told me to keep it pure and my clientele would be out of control.
When we got back from the walk, Trey took me in the kitchen and showed me how to cook cocaine into crack. Tammy watched every step until Trey drained the cold water and emptied the crack onto a paper towel. I knew from my visit to Richmond that kilo’s of coke were selling between $21,000 and $25,000 a piece. When Trey told me that he could get them for me at $14,000 a kilo, I was ready to get started. I knew that coke money wouldn’t come like heroin money, but it was less risk involved with the coke game. I could play behind the scenes instead of being out in the open. If Tyrone played his part, we could do big things in Richmond. We had been in NY for two days by then, so we planned to leave the following morning. Trey thought it would be best to leave at night, so we packed up the same evening.
Tammy gave him the $50,000 before we left BK, he didn’t want us driving through NY with coke on us, so we followed him and his man to Jersey City just across the Holland Tunnel. We stopped at a building in Jersey City and Trey ran in and came out with a little duffel bag. He squeezed it down in the trunk of the M3 and told us to drive carefully; he never told us how much coke was in the bag. The trip back was smooth; I drove until we got outside of Baltimore and Tammy drove the rest of the way home. We were exhausted when we got in at about 2:30 am. The trip home took about seven hours because we obeyed the traffic laws.
The next morning I pulled the bag out of the trunk and took it upstairs to the loft that Tammy had made into a little business room. I turned it over and ten kilos wrapped up in clear Reynolds Wrap fell out onto the table. Math was my specialty, so I quickly figured that we owed Trey $90,000 since we’d given him $50,000 already. There was still over $170,000 left from the heroin money, so we were in good shape to get things moving forward. It was time to start phase one of the Richmond project.
The following morning I called Tyrone and got the phone number of the owner of the condo that we’d looked at in Henrico. I wanted that condo to be our base of operations in Richmond. I still wanted Tyrone to keep his place at the Towers, but he would have a key to the condo also, because no coke would be kept in the Towers. I got in touch with the owner, and I talked the owner down to $650 a month for the three-bedroom condo on Knights Manor Court. There was one way in, and one way out and it was only ten minutes from VCU.
Tyrone’s classes didn’t start back up for two more days, so we went out to Henrico to get the condo furnished and to set up shop. We found some nice furniture off West Broad Street to put in the condo, and after we fixed up the living room and the master bedroom, I sat down with Tyrone and told him what I expected. My plan was to eventually become the main supplier to Highland Park, Churchill, and all of Chamberlin Avenue from Azalea to Broad Street. I needed Tyrone to use his contacts to meet the individuals that moved the most coke in those five areas. Chamberlin Avenue would probably be the toughest job for him because there were so many spots along that stretch of road. I showed Tyrone how to use a triple beam scale and how to cook crack. He was intelligent and he picked up on things fast.
We rode around Richmond until we learned five different ways to get to the condo from the Towers. Every five months we planned to buy a used car so it would be hard for someone to figure us out. The condo was for business purposes only; no pleasure at all. I brought four kilos to the condo to start off with, and Tyrone was gonna start making calls the next morning. Each kilo was broken down into Big 8’s or 125 grams. Our prices would be $3500 per Big 8, which would give us $28,000 per kilo. The smallest amount we would sell was 62’s, which is 62 grams, for $1800.
I knew once the top suppliers got hold of the coke we had, it wouldn’t take long to indirectly supply most of Richmond. I decided that Tyrone would get $4,000 off every kilo sold if he handled his business. He had two numbers to reach me at if things got major. Before I headed back to Hampton, I made sure he understood how serious I was about the operation.
When I got back to Derby Run, Tammy was in the shower. She didn’t hear me come in, so I hid in her walk-in closet until she finished in the shower; I knew she had to come to the closet and get her night clothes. I saw her walking to the closet through little slits in the bi-fold doors. She was totally naked with a towel around her hair, and water dripped off her 34 D’s as she approached the closet. Suddenly, I didn’t want to scare her anymore; I wanted to be deep inside of her.
She opened the door and I grabbed her and started kissing her before she could get a scream out. My hands roamed all over her body as I led her to the bed. She started to say something, but I whispered in her ear for her to be quiet and enjoy herself. I laid her back on her bed and slowly started kissing her neck as I made my way down to her beautiful nipples. They were sticking out like fingers, at full attention. I moved back and forth between both nipples, until she started arching her butt up so her pussy rubbed against my stomach. I quickly undressed as I gently started rubbing on her swollen clit.
Once my tongue touched the left side of her pussy lips, she started sliding her pussy back and forth against my tongue. I let her take full control as she grabbed the sides of my head with both of her hands and bucked back and forth. Her moans got louder and one of her legs began to shake, so I knew she was about to cum.
I pulled my head away from her grip and slid up to her face. As I started to kiss her—so she could taste her pussy—I eased my dick into her pulsating pussy missionary style. She spread her legs as far as she could and took me all the way inside of her. We kissed passionately while we maintained a stroking rhythm together. The sound her wet pussy made as I stroked in and out turned me on so much that I had to keep stopping for moments at a time so I wouldn’t cum yet.
After about fifteen minutes of continuous missionary, I decided to flip her over and let Tammy do some work on top. She slowly moved up and down on my dick as she reached back and massaged my nuts. Finally, she laid forward and fucked me like there was no tomorrow. I grabbed her big ass and held on as we both climaxed at the same time. I couldn’t tell who made more noise, her or me. After we both stopped shaking, we fell asleep holding each other. I’d fucked a lot of females in my short lifetime, but none made me feel the way I felt while I was inside Tammy. I just hoped that this wouldn’t interfere with business in the future.
When I woke up the next morning, Tammy wasn’t in the bed. Although it felt early, it was actually almost noon. I hopped in her shower instead of walking to my master suite on the other side of the condo.
After I got out of the shower, Tammy had a full course breakfast laid out on her bed for me. She looked gorgeous in her red and gold Kimono robe. Just the sight of her gave me butterflies in my stomach. I pulled her close and gave her a very passionate kiss on those beautiful puffy lips. She sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at me as I ate my breakfast. After I finished eating, we started discussing the pros and cons of our Richmond project. Although she didn’t know Tyrone well, she wanted me to make sure that I didn’t put too much trust and responsibility in him. To be a young female, her thought process was way beyond her age. I told her the setup in Richmond and how much I was giving Tyrone per kilo. She thought it would have been better to start at a lower amount and work him up to $4,000 per kilo, we decided to keep things as they were, but we would monitor the situation as the weeks went by.
As we spoke, I received a call from Rodney. He informed me that things were moving forward with his heroin business, but said he needed more guns for him and his workers. He also said that his man Anthony was gonna leave college early and declare for the NBA draft. I wished him well and told him I’d get back to him about the guns in the next few days. For some reason, Tammy had bad vibes about Rodney. She thought he was reckless and only lived for the day.
I decided that we needed another car to move around in; one that wouldn’t be as flashy as the BMW was. I went to a used car lot on Jefferson Avenue and found me a 1991 Hyundai Sonata for $3500. It was dark gray with a light gray leather interior. It only had 40,000 miles on it and the only owner was an elderly woman who’d kept the car in great shape. I got the windows tinted by the detail crew at the car lot. Tammy’s spring break ended after the weekend so she would drive the Beemer while I drove the Sonata.
I hadn’t been to Signature Place in a few days, so I decided to swing by there after I picked up the Sonata. From the outside, everything looked fine; but once I got inside, I could see that things weren’t fine at all. The front door was not bothered, but the door leading into the house from the garage had been kicked in. The entire condo was torn apart downstairs and upstairs; it was apparent to me that someone was obviously looking for something. I called Tammy and told her what happened and she immediately mentioned Rodney as a possible suspect. Something in me just wouldn’t let me believe that Rodney would have anything to do with this. He had money for one. He also knew that he could ask me for anything and I’d do what I could to help out.
I went next door and spoke to the neighbors who were a middle aged couple with one seven year-old son. They said that they hadn’t seen or heard anything strange other than the party that the guys a few houses down had the other night. I called Rodney and asked him if he’d seen or heard anything in the last few nights. He said nothing unusual had went on, other than the party he’d had two nights ago. More people came to the party than he expected, so he had to send everyone home early. Anthony had been in town and he’d had some old friends from Bethel High with him that Rodney didn’t know. Rodney did recall Anthony asking him about my whereabouts, but nothing that would strike him as uncommon. I took all this info into my head as I thought of anyone else who could possibly know where I stayed. The only other person I could think of was Tyrone, but that wouldn’t make any sense at all.
I headed back to Derby Run cautiously checking my rearview mirror after every turn. I took the long way from Signature Place down the Hampton Road Center Parkway to Big Bethel Road. I cut through Semple Farm Road to get back to Magruder and then I went to Derby Run. No one knew the Sonata anyway, so I arrived without anyone behind me.
Tammy was sitting in front of the television when I walked in, but the TV wasn’t on. She was a deep meditator, so I thought she was on some yoga stuff; but once I got in the living room I saw the guns laid out in front of her. She had the two Desert Eagles and the P89 Ruger taken apart with three separate towels laid out in front of her. I’d never learned much about guns other than loading them and pulling the trigger. I don’t think I’d done anything other than fire one or two of them in the air outside of a few house parties. Tammy, on the other hand, was well trained when it came to cleaning, loading and shooting all kinds of weapons. We sat and she explained everything she possibly could about the guns.
We decided that after she got out of class on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, we were gonna start going to the firing range at AP Arms on Mercury Boulevard. She was worried that soon someone would try to do something to us and she wanted to be prepared. I told her that she didn’t need to be walking around with a heavy ass Desert Eagle. She agreed to get a holster for the P89, so I’d be stuck with one of the Desert Eagles. We still had the pistol grip pump Mosberg and another Desert Eagle hidden around the house. I was gonna get a gun for the condo in Richmond, but I decided against that idea since I’d be strapped with the Desert Eagle from then on.
Tyrone called me two days after classes started back at VCU. Everything was moving along swiftly and the only problem so far was that we didn’t have enough supply for the strong demand. Everyone from Churchill who’d bought small at first were now buying two to three Big 8’s at a time. He only had about two kilos left and he hadn’t even been through Highland Park or up most of Chamberlin Avenue. I assured him that I’d be up to Richmond Thursday morning and we’d get things straight then.
Tammy and I got some shooting done at the range both Monday and Wednesday; she was a hell of a sharpshooter with both weapons. The owner never questioned us about our age because we spent good money with him buying bullets and accessories for the guns. Everyone was very impressed with the accuracy that Tammy continually displayed. I wasn’t bad for my first time at a range, but I was no Tammy. She shot like she had been doing it since birth. She looked so sexy with the safety goggles and ear plugs on, but it was almost scary how calm she was as she handled the guns.
Thursday morning I pulled up to the condo in Henrico. I wasn’t gonna bother calling Tyrone until around noon. The condo was in excellent condition still, but all the cocaine that was in the safe upstairs was gone. I checked under the bed where we decided to stash the money, and there was a bag wrapped up. I turned the bag upside down; nine big stacks wrapped with rubber bands fell out, along with one smaller stack. I counted it up and it was exactly $96,000.
Since everything was moving smoothly, I decided not to call Tyrone at all until I was heading back down 64 East towards Hampton. I left the six kilos that I’d brought with me and took the money to the car. I hadn’t been in Richmond for even an hour before I was heading back home.
I called Tyrone, told him everything was good at the condo and informed him that I’d left him something that would help him out. I let him know that I’d be back around Monday but if he needed me sooner, he could hit me on one of my numbers. I called Tammy next and told her to get in touch with Trey and let him know that we’d be headin’ that way this weekend.