A PIMP’S LIFE

  TREASURE HERNANDEZ

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Acknowledgments

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE - MACK

  CHAPTER TWO - MACK

  CHAPTER THREE - MACK

  CHAPTER FOUR - MACK

  CHAPTER FIVE - SADE

  CHAPTER SIX - SADE

  CHAPTER SEVEN - MACK

  CHAPTER EIGHT - SADE

  CHAPTER NINE - MACK

  CHAPTER TEN - MACK

  CHAPTER ELEVEN - MACK

  CHAPTER TWELVE - SADE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN - MACK

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN - MACK

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN - ANTON

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN - SADE

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - MACK

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - ANTON

  CHAPTER NINETEEN - SADE

  CHAPTER TWENTY - MACK

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - SADE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - MACK

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - MACK

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - ANTON

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - MACK

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - SADE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - ANTON

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - MACK

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE - MACK

  CHAPTER THIRTY - MACK

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE - SADE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO - MACK

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE - MACK

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR - COCAINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE - COCAINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX - MACK

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN - COCAINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT - MACK

  CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE - COCAINE

  CHAPTER FORTY - MACK

  CHAPTER FORTY-ONE - GORDY

  CHAPTER FORTY-TWO - MACK

  CHAPTER FORTY-THREE - MACK

  CHAPTER FORTY–FOUR - GORDY

  CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE - COCAINE

  CHAPTER FORTY-SIX - MACK

  CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN - MACK

  CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT - MACK

  CHAPTER FORTY-NINE - COCAINE

  CHAPTER FIFTY - MACK

  CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE - COCAINE

  CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO - COCAINE

  CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE - MACK

  CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR - MACK

  CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE - ANTON

  CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX - MACK

  CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN - COCAINE

  CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT - MACK

  CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE - MACK

  CHAPTER SIXTY - ANTON

  CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE - MACK

  Copyright Page

  Acknowledgments

  First and foremost, I’d like to thank God for all the blessings HE has bestowed upon me.

  I would like to thank the Urban Books staff: Smiley, Lonnie, Denard, Karen, Ed and Natalie. And of course Mr. Weber for all the faith he has in my work.

  Again, to all my sisters and brothers who are under lock and key, keep your heads up. All keep your dream in front of you.

  Thank you for all the mail. Keep them coming. Holla at your girl!!!!!

  Treasure Hernandez

  c/o Urban Books

  1190 Straight Path

  West Babylon, NY 11704

  PROLOGUE

  My moms died today. The monster finally devoured her spirit and life. She lived HIV-positive for fifteen years before finally succumbing to full-blown AIDS. She was sick the whole time through before that anyway.

  Drugs fucked up her whole shit years ago. Fucked my whole shit up too. I watched her get high every day. It used to make me cry to see her after she hit that pipe. She’d be so lost in space. It was like her soul wasn’t there. But her body was always there for anyone who could keep her the highest. I guess she finally reached that mountaintop she’d been climbing to for so long.

  What sense did it make though, when all she did was fall off? Maybe my father could’ve given her a helping hand—if she knew who that was. She had a child with a man from Virginia three years before I was born. She never knew what it was, and she didn’t want to know. She put it up for adoption the instant the baby was born.

  I may as well have been adopted too because I didn’t like the idea of admitting that my moms was a crackhead ho. She didn’t love me. All she ever loved was that pipe. You know how that shit makes me feel? It don’t make me feel like nothing because if you ain’t never known love then you ain’t going to miss love.

  CHAPTER ONE

  MACK

  I shielded my eyes from the glare of the afternoon sun as I walked out of Queens Courthouse. It had been a long night. I’d just spent it serving nine hours behind bars, thanks to the brave and dedicated hard work of New York City’s Finest. I walked down the long row of cement steps and stood at the curb. The traffic lights were out, and cars headed east and west whizzed by with no regard for pedestrians trying to make a dash for the island that divided the flow of traffic. I stood under the DON’T WALK sign and pressed the button to no avail.

  “Fuck it,” I said, running into the street as soon as I saw an opening. I jumped on top of the divider and looked to my immediate right. Cars raced up the street as if this were the “Ghetto 500.” My heart pounded through my chest from running, and my adrenaline rushed like Russell’s when he was up in that elevator catching the full force of a J.B. beat-down.

  Soon as I hit the sidewalk my cell rang. “Yo,” I said, panting heavily, gasping for air.

  “You get out yet, jailbird?” Sade laughed.

  Sade was my woman. We lived together in a house in Queens Village. She wasn’t the best-looking woman I’d dealt with, but she had a good heart. Sade was 5’-6” and was dark-skinned, with full lips like Fantasia. Originally from Virginia, she’d moved to New York three years ago after her stepfather, Glen, raped her. When she brought the issue to her mom’s attention, her mom flipped the script by accusing her of lying and trying to cause a rift in her stable relationship.

  When Sade’s moms finally did confront Glen with the charges, he denied it, swearing up and down every crack of ass he’d ever licked that Sade came on to him. Deep in her heart, she knew she was wrong, so she let her daughter go and moved right along. She knew Sade was telling the truth and that he’d always had his eye on her. I mean, why not? Here you had this young woman physically blossoming right before your eyes versus a sickly, one-titty lady, slowly but surely withering away.

  Afraid of spending the last years of her life home alone, she chose his side, with her head down to the floor. That still bothered Sade to this day. She didn’t understand how you could love somebody your entire life then just turn your back on them. None of the men her mother dated had good intentions.

  Sade’s moms was dying of breast cancer and had a huge life insurance policy. Every eligible bachelor in Richmond knew that she was worth four hundred thousand dollars after her ass expired. All she wanted was to not die alone.

  Sade would call her every now and again, but Glen always answered the phone and hung up when he heard her voice. Eventually he had the number changed, and Sade lost contact with her and refused to go visit her long he was still living there.

  “Yeah. I’m free. About to grab me some New York Fried Chicken from the Habeebs.” I walked inside the restaurant. “Call Anton and tell him I said to come and get me. It’s his fault I was in there in the first place,” I said, sitting down. “Yo, Ahmed, let me get two thighs, small fries, and a lemon Mystic Iced Tea, man,” I said to the owner. “Yeah, so, baby, did you miss me?”

  “You know I did.”

  “Uh-huh. You better had.”

  “Whatever, Mack. I’m about to see the Dominicans. My hair needs to be washed and wrapped.”

  “Don’t be out there spending up a whole lot of money, Sade. You heard?”

  “Love you,” she said, disconnecting the call.

  I walked inside my Queens Village home and flopped down on the blue leather couch. I had been up the entire night madder than a muthafucka, sitting up in jail on some bullshit marijuana charge. I don’t even smoke. My dude Anton was blowing one of them thangs down while we was inside Cambria Heights Park with these two bitches. I don’t know which was faster, the detectives who rolled up in the park in the black Expedition with tinted windows, or Anton’s warrant-having ass hopping over the five-foot gate at the end of the park. He dropped the cigar shit right in front of me. So guess who it belonged to, according to the law? They let the girls off with a warning and let me ride in back of the truck with them.

  The doorbell rang just as I’d reached my comfort zone level. I ignored it at first, but the person continued to pound the fucking bell out. I looked through the peephole. “Ay, yo, who the fuck is it?”

  Anton’s big-ass head was all up in my view. I’m looking out the hole, his silly, non-complex ass is trying to look in.

  “Open the door, man. You know I got warrants.” He looked around before quickly rushing inside. Then he held out his hand. “Hey, man, apologies for last night.”

  “You’s an ill dude, yo. I ain’t fucking with you no more outside. I don’t like being locked up. You just bounced without saying a word.”

  “If there was time to say anything, I would of. Look, I can’t afford to get caught by these pigs, yo. They’ll kill me. That’s what they do when you shoot one of theirs.”

  I walked to the refrigerator, pulled two Heinekens from the top shelf, and popped the caps. “Whatever, man. Did you e
ver speak to them girls in Brooklyn . . . Kim’s people?”

  “Aw, man, I was caught up in some next shit, son. But I’m-a get up with her tonight and shit. Matter of fact, you should come too. She keep asking about you.”

  “Naw. I’m chilling at home with Sade. I didn’t get to give her no daddy good loving last night because of your ass.” I pointed at him.

  Anton took a long swig of the beer. “Gordy was asking about you too.”

  “Yeah? I don’t hear my phone ringing off the hook. He ain’t looking for me. He looking for something about me.”

  “Well, whatever the fuck”—he held out his hand—“I’m about to be out. Just came to check in on you and make sure you wasn’t violated in the shower.” Anton laughed.

  “Fuck you!” I laughed. “Get the hell out my house,” I said, pushing him out and closing the door.

  CHAPTER TWO

  MACK

  “I’m thinking about taking a trip to see my mother.” Sade sat up in the bed. She leaned her back against the headboard and touched my chest. “You heard me, baby?”

  “Naw. What’s up?” I said, my eyes still closed.

  “I said I want to see my mother. What do you think about that?”

  “Sade,” I said, sitting up, “if you want to see your mother, I’ll roll with you down there. It’s nothing.”

  “No, I need to do this by myself. I’ll be all right.”

  “What about ol’ boy?”

  “I’ll worry about that when I get there.”

  “You sure?”

  “I’m a big girl, baby. I’ll be cool.”

  “A’ight. I know you can handle yourself. So when you leaving?”

  “I’m driving down there next Friday. I’ll be gone for about three days.”

  I kissed her cheek.

  “What was that for?”

  “For being a real thorough bitch. That’s the shit right there that made me fall in love with you.”

  Sade reached her hand under the covers and placed it on my hardening dick, massaging the head with her thumb. “And that’s the shit that made me fall in love with you,” she said, removing the covers from over me. She pulled my boxers off and slowly slid her mouth around the head of my dick and sucked it like a swollen thumb, licking around the rim and poking at the eye with the tip of her tongue.

  I lay on my back looking at her, as she widened her mouth and long-throated the nine inches of “bless you with my loving.” She gagged once, she gagged twice, but maintained the sexual discipline required to control tossing it up. When my body shivered, she sucked even harder.

  “AWWWW SHIIIIT,” I yelled out. “SADE. Oh my damn,” I cried out as she continued milking the cow.

  “What’s the matter, boo? You can’t take it?” she asked, my love fluids leaking from the corners of her mouth. “Where the freak at, daddy?” She rolled her tongue around at me then stuck it down my throat.

  I lifted off her shirt and sucked on her hard, erect nipples, my mouth cruising around, on, and between her firm titties. I licked from her neck down to her navel and spoke to it in tongues. I melted down in between her legs and sniffed my pussy. And craved my pussy. I watched it as it throbbed and leaked in anticipation of a forthcoming tsunami.

  “Come on, daddy, I wanna see lakes running down these sheets,” she said, rubbing them with one hand while the other was snug behind my head.

  I made her butterfly wings flap and her cat sing for tender vittles. I eloquently ran my tongue around the edges of each wing then quickly slid it further down. I pushed it up into her ass, and she sighed loudly. I razzled her and dazzled her with tonguenastic flips and twists, and turns and churns.

  And then she farted in my fucking face. I was done.

  “What happened, daddy?” Sade rubbed between her legs.

  “Come on, man, how many times you going to fart in my face?”

  She laughed. “Did it stink?”

  “Oh, you think that shit is funny now, huh?” I playfully grabbed her by the shoulders and lay back down. “Come on, ma, get on top.” I was standing strong as ever.

  Sade sat on it, and it slid straight up inside of her, the soft walls collapsing around me then constricting. As I lay still for a moment and let it burn, my body ushered in an even harder erection.

  She planted her palms on my chest and slowly began to gyrate her hips a lil’ something. She heard my blacksnake moan and matched it with a pleasurable meow. She leaned forward and grabbed my shoulders then began popping that thing up and down like a piston.

  As we stared and growled at each other with the ferocity of a tiger and tigress, I grabbed her around the hips to secure her in place.

  Sade threw her free hand in the air and slapped her own ass then froze, dragging her nails across my chest. “Baby, I’m about to cum.” She grabbed my wrists. “Baby, I’m about to c-c-cum,” she said, bracing herself this time. “HERE IT CUUMMSS,” she yelled, happily rolling off me then laying absolutely still.

  “Now that shit right there, baby”—I kissed her lips—“that shit right there was the best sex we ever had.”

  “Y-y-yeah,” she responded, still a little shaken. “Maybe you need to spend the night in jail a little more often,” she joked.

  “That ain’t funny,” I said in all seriousness.

  “Oh, you just need to stop it, Mack.” Sade kissed my deflating showstopper. “Oh, what’s going on here?” She lifted up ol’ flappy. “Why you look so down?” She smiled at it. “You want mommy to make you happy again?”

  I shook its head yes, and she went on ahead and made that fallen soldier a master sergeant.

  CHAPTER THREE

  MACK

  I was filling my gas-guzzling black Suburban up with some super unleaded at a Gulf gas station in Elmont, Long Island. Anton was in my passenger seat, smoking a Philly and bopping his head to one of R. Kelly’s cheaters-only anthems.

  “I should take this shit to the carwash.” I ran my finger across the door. “Every time it rains, I gotta get this shit washed.” A horn beeped from behind my truck. I paid no attention to it, until it beeped again.

  Anton looked out his window toward the back of the truck. “Be easy,” he yelled out. “We almost done.”

  The horn beeped again, and I walked over to the green Infiniti, ready to knock somebody out. Pineapple-scented fresheners inside the car released a fragrance that clawed at the air when the window rolled down.

  It had Virginia license plates and a decent-sounding stereo. The woman behind the wood grain looked so good, I almost forgot why I walked over there in the first place. She was brown-skinned with chinky eyes and high cheek-bones. Her lips were thin and coated with earth-toned gloss. She wore her hair cut short but straight, a couple of spikes toward the side of her head.

  She turned her music down. “Well, what you want, playa?”

  “Why you keep beeping that horn behind us? You see how big that truck is? It takes a minute to fill up, you know.”

  “I got an appointment to get to. Traffic is going to be straight bananas on the Cross Island.” She looked over at the traffic under the crosswalk.

  “You’ll make it. My shit should just about be filled.”

  I walked to the pump and pulled the hose out my gas tank. “You could’ve said the shit was finished,” I said, looking at Anton as I activated the auto-start. I pulled over some then walked back to her after she got out to pump her gas. “Hey, I’m sorry about that earlier.” I extended my hand. “I thought you was some dick trying to be a smart ass. My name’s Mack.”

  “No, it was just li’l ol’ me.” She smiled and bent over to pick up the gas card she’d dropped.

  Looking at her in the car, it was hard to tell that her legs were so thick, but she was firm and muscular, like really stacking. “So what’s your name, love?” I looked down at my watch. I’d almost forgotten that we had somewhere to be too.

  “Joi,” she said, keeping an eye on the price of the gas tank. She placed the nozzle back in the holder and stood in front of me, her arms folded.

  “Anyway, I do promotions at Club Phenomenon, down Rockaway Boulevard. I thought maybe one day you and some of your girlfriends could come through and show some love. We could always use a new face up in there, a fresh, fine face such as yours. First few drinks on me.”