I brushed the comment off and got to the matter at hand. I asked him about his girl and he said that Tasha was dancing at “The Flame” on Jefferson Avenue on the weekends to make some extra money so they could move into their own spot. I told him she was a whore and he should really think about leaving her alone. Pussy has a stronger hold than voodoo on men sometimes, so I knew I was wasting my time telling Isaac to leave her. Before I left him, I told him I may have a steady job for him one day soon. I put Tammy onto the task of finding out everything she could about Tasha.
It didn’t take long to handle that situation. We found out that it wasn’t hard to get Tasha to come to a hotel room after “The Flame” closed at night. I put my man from out in Buckroe down with the plan. His name was Mario “Tiny” Bryd. He was well known around the Phoebus area because the girls knew he was deformed. I’d actually given him the nickname “Tiny” because everyone was calling him horse.
We’d met at a few parties during high school and we’d been tight ever since.
One Friday night at a hotel party at the Red Roof Inn in Hampton, I found out why they called him horse. There were some girls from D.C. visiting VA and they wanted to have some fun, so they threw a party. By the time Tiny arrived, there was a full fledged orgy going on. Girls were fucking, sucking, and swallowing all over the little ass hotel room. I was leaning on the wall by the bathroom getting some head from a beautiful green eyed girl.
In front of me was a guy laying back on the bed with a female standing on the floor, leaning over sucking his dick. Tiny was rubbing the same girls’ pussy, getting it wet as possible; but he still had all his clothes on. When Tiny dropped his sweats and swung that thing out, it seemed like the lights went dim. He had to be about twelve inches long or better. That girl’s little pussy didn’t know what hit her and all she could do was scream as Tiny ripped her from outside in.
Once everyone saw the blood and his dick, the party ended. Charges were brought up against Tiny, but were dropped after the preliminary hearing. In court, it came out that he was born with a deformed penis. At the time of the incident, he was thirteen and a half inches long. Any females that knew him or heard about him wouldn’t give him no pussy, so he had to go to Norfolk and VA Beach to get pussy. I told him that the girls wouldn’t give him the pussy if they heard he was known as horse, so “Tiny” he became. None of the broads at “The Flame” knew Tiny, so I knew I could pull my mission with Tasha off.
I sent him to “The Flame” one Saturday night with the plan. I got him a room at the Omni because I knew Tasha would go for that and I gave him $1000 to throw around so she’d think he had dough. By 2:30 am, Tiny was heading down J. Clyde Boulevard towards the Omni with a smiling Tasha. It was a must that he keep the lights low or off and not let her suck or feel his dick before he hit it. He even put the K.Y. Jelly by the bed like he was gonna use it.
He made her lay doggie style at the edge of the bed while he got her pussy wet and fingered her asshole. I’d given him a little black rock, AKA “the stone” that he’d rubbed all over his dick; it kept him hard for hours. He’d had to strap his dick to his leg until it was time to fuck. Once he could slide two fingers in Tasha’s ass, he unstrapped his dick and slammed it into her asshole. She immediately fell forward on the bed, but Tiny anticipated that and fell forward on top of her and pushed his dick all the way in until his nuts slapped against Tasha’s ass.
The music was turned up, so her screams would be taken as cries of passion. He eventually had to cover her mouth with his hands because she was getting outrageous. Tiny fucked her nonstop in the ass for an hour and a half just as planned. When he finished, her asshole was ripped to the top of her pussy. There was so much blood it looked like her ass was on its period.
She stopped screaming long before it was over. Her body was numb and she had no feeling anywhere. The room was in a fiend’s name, so Tiny washed off and left Tasha laying on the bed. He’d told her his name was Ray, so she knew nothing about him. For the next seven months of Tasha’s life, she was confined to a wheel chair. To this day she walks with a slight limp, but she never mentions to anyone exactly what happened. Her and Isaac didn’t last for much longer after her so-called accident. Word is that she eventually married some sucka ass chump named Aaron for love.
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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.
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