by Dion Perkins
Cigar Bar
Cigar Bar
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Dion Perkins
Copyright © 2016 Dion Perkins
All rights reserved.
ISBN-13: 9781517173319
ISBN-10: 1517173310
Library of Congress Control Number: 2016900106
CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
North Charleston, South Carolina
Dedication to Nana
Oct 14, 1918 – Dec 20, 2014
My grandmother Willie Mae Hunter changed her life to make sure that we could have a great one.
She’s what I like to call the last Big Momma this is why I not only dedicate this book to her but I dedicate my life to her.
Sometimes people have to go through things to get better in life and to learn a lesson but if you don’t pay attention to your life and the things around you chances are you will miss out.
When I ran the streets getting into all types of things she continued to pray for me she never turned her back on me or my siblings she treated everyone as if they were her children,
I Love you Nana I promise to make you and My Father Alvin Lee Perkins proud,
Contents
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
About the Author
CHAPTER 1
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“Oh, man! This is some really good shit!”
“Hell fuckin’ yeah! Shit!
I need to get me about five of these.
“Oh yeah? Well, tell me this: How the fuck you gonna get five when you owe me about two hundred?
Tony barked, “I don’t owe you shit, motherfucker! You can suck my dick, bitch!”
Tony was getting into his nod.
Although he was alone, no one could tell him that.
He was having a heated conversation as if there were ten other people in the room with him. Pointing to a lamp, he screamed out, “Fuck you! I did not take your money! You’re an asshole!” Tony stumbled to his feet as he attempted to fight with people only he could see through his drug haze. Lacking coordination, he plopped back down onto the edge of the bed and began to slobber all over himself.
This is how Tony acted whenever he got high. He began to stroke his genitals; Tony needed to get laid. He glanced over at his clock. It was 3:30 p.m. Tony jumped to his feet and headed toward the door. As he clamored down the back of his house, he tried hard to avoid seeing Paulie and his crew.
Tony was part of the Santoro family, but in name only. The family was well known and ran Queens and part of Brooklyn, with connections in New Jersey, including political, sanitation, and construction. The family had a piece of many of the dirty deals going on in the city.
But the families were disappointed with Tony and Frankie. These two had gone down the wrong path and decided to become dope fiends instead of family members in good standing. They were shunned. But Tony’s cousin Frankie used his family connects to get over on people. He did the type of madness that would get the average fucker killed.
Tony was five feet seven inches tall and fit. Although he got high, he did about five hundred push-ups every day. At 26 years of age, his body was built, and he had a model’s good looks. He had ice-blue eyes and a chiseled face that probably could have made him a trunkful of money had he chosen to go that route. If it wasn’t for doing drugs, Tony could have had any, and every, girl he wanted. Instead, he chose black tar heroin, also known as diesel. It is the worst drug anyone could ever do. Like other drugs, it adversely affected the body and soul while possessing your life. Diesel was much, much worse. If the user didn’t have it, his body began to hurt.
Then there was Sherry, another one of Tony’s bad decisions., Sherry was like a little sister to him. Paulie was her older brother and was a gangster who treated his little sister the way Tony Montana treated Gina. Paulie raised his little sister by himself from the time that he was 17 and she was 7. Their parents had been killed in a fatal car accident. Since they lived across the street from Tony’s family, the suddenly orphaned Paulie and Sherry became like their family. Tony’s family made sure that they were well taken care of. To help make ends meet and pay the bills, Paulie became one of the biggest drug dealers in Queens. His number one customer was Tony.
As Tony enjoyed his nod, he began to rub his manhood. It was time and the only woman who came to his mind was Sherry. It was now 3:20 p.m., and he knew where she would be. He decided to go and meet up with her. He slipped out the back door of his house because he didn’t want Paulie to see him.
Tony jumped a fence and caught Sherry coming home from school. He knew that Paulie waited on the steps in front of the house watching for her head as she came up over the hill. She was a beautiful girl with long, brown hair, hazel eyes, and caramel-colored skin. Most people assumed that she was Dominican, but she was actually born in Sicily. What made her even sexier was the slight Italian accent she picked up from her grandmother, who only spoke Italian. Whenever Paulie needed the grandmother to babysit, he took Sherry to her house, where she picked up the sexy Sicilian accent.
Tony ran up on her from behind, startling the young girl. “Hey, Sherry, how you doing, baby?”
“Oh shit!” Sherry screamed before recognizing who it was. “You fuckin’ scared the shit out of me! Tony, don’t do that shit!” she continued as she took a swing at him. Then she smiled. She was in love with Tony and he knew it. He was the only man who paid any attention to her, and Tony truly didn’t care what her brother thought. Sherry fell in love with Tony when she was only 10 years old, and now at 19 she still loved him. “I’m fine, Tony. What the fuck are you doing over here?” she asked.
“Well, I came here looking for you, and now that I got you, I think it’s time we had a talk.”
The young girl smiled. “Oh really? What, may I ask, do you wanna talk about?” Sherry bit her lip, trying her hardest not to look into his deep, sea-blue eyes.
Tony knew he had her. He put his arm around her tiny waist and slowed her down before she could reach the top of the hill. “Listen, Sherry…you’ve known for a long time that I’ve had the biggest crush on you, right?” He was smiling and making sure Sherry was looking into his eyes.
She smiled, her bottom lip quivering a little. She couldn’t help but bite her lip as she let out a little moan. “Mmm, I know, Tony, you been telling me this for years now, but I’m only nineteen and I gotta get my shit right so I can move on with my life. You know my brother got me going to college here because he has to keep an eye on me. Besides, my brother would fuckin’ kill you and me.”
“Sherry, Sherry,” he said as he led her in the other direction. “I’m feeling you and I know you’re feeling me. I can tell by that look in those pretty eyes of yours.”
“Well, yeah, I do…a little, but I don’t want my brother to kill me,” she said. “I’ve seen him beat some people up, and I don’t want that shit to happen to me.”
“Listen, Sherry, I just wanna make you smile. I wanna be the one in your life that will make you want to get up in the morning. I wanna make you feel like a woman, and, besides, do you really think I’m gonna let your brother hurt my girl? I will kick his ass, I promise you!”
She knew that Tony was full of shit, but she still went for it.
“Oh really?”
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br /> How do you plan on making me smile?” she asked coyly, a smile planted on her lips.
“Just like that, baby,” he said, kissing her forehead. The smile that crossed the girl’s face was priceless. Sherry’s smile was so sunny that it shone brighter than the real sun. She melted into his arms.
“Take a walk with me!” he said, grabbing her arm.
“Where are we going?”
“Come on, let’s go back to my house. I wanna show you something.”
Sherry hesitated and she felt slightly fearful. She said, “What? Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think my brother would want me to come to your house, Tony.”
He said, “Well, he doesn’t have to know, does he? Just come on! We’re gonna go through the back.”
She paused for a second and started to rethink her decision. Tony made a pouting face and put his hands together as if he was praying. “Please?” he begged.
She smiled. “Okay, but only for a minute, then I gotta leave. You know my brother is waiting for me, and I don’t wanna hear his fuckin’ mouth; not today. Please?”
They made their way up the road, cutting through the alley. The two talked about the things he used to tell her when she was young. As they disappeared into the house, Sherry told Tony how she felt about him.
Meanwhile, Paulie was sitting across the street on his porch, arguing with someone on the phone. His bodyguards stood around him. Paulie shouted into his phone, “I don’t give a fuck what you have to do to get my fuckin’ money! You can go sell your fuckin’ ass for all I care! But if you don’t have my money here tonight, I’m gonna send somebody over there to fuckin’ bring me your nose in a jar, you fuckin’ piece of shit!” Then he slammed the phone to the ground, smashing it.
Paulie spoke with his men. “I mean, can you fuckin’ believe this, Finocchio? You see, that’s why I don’t like dealing with fuckin’ niggers! When it comes time to get your fuckin’ money, they don’t like to fuckin’ pay! I mean, he fuckin’ thinks that because he is some fuckin’ Harlem big cat, he can get away with not paying me on time. Well, fuck that! Hey, Sal, I wanna show those motherfuckers who the real boss is. Send Rico and Johnny over there to get my money, and if that nigger don’t have my fuckin’ shit, crack his fuckin’ skull open! I mean, come on! It’s been three months for chrissake! As a matter of fact, I want you to double what he owes me. Tell that Mulligan that I want fifty thou, and if he ain’t willing to pay me, well, you know the rest.” Paulie was angry. He finished barking orders and took a deep breath.
“Sure thing, Paulie, right away,” replied one of his guards as he darted off.
Paulie was so pissed that he had forgotten about his little sister. This was one of the main reasons he sat outside at this time of the day: so he could see her coming up the hill and make sure that she was okay. But he was so heated that all he could do was pace back and forth as he cursed and thought of ways to get the man who owed him money.
Tony and Sherry were down in his room. He had a basement apartment inside his parents’ house, and his private entrance was around back. The only time his mother ever bothered him was when she called downstairs to let him know that his dinner plate was in the microwave. Because of this privacy, Tony could do anything he wanted.
Sherry walked around his room, looking at all the pictures of him from when he was her age. As she picked up one of the pictures, she said, “Wow, look at you!” In the picture, Tony was wearing football equipment, and he was leaning on a helmet with a football under his arm.
Tony turned on his stereo to set the mood. The song “You Know That I Love You” by Donell Jones blared through the speakers. He grasped Sherry’s hand and began to dance with her.
“You were even hotter back then,” she said, a huge smile on her face as he spun her around and pulled her close to his body. “I know you had a lot of girlfriends, Tony, so why do you want me?” she asked seductively as they danced.
Tony stepped back, sat on the bed, and just watched her with his hand on his manhood. Damn, he thought to himself. As she turned around, he could smell the freshness of her. Her eyes were amazing and, because of the effect of the drug, he could have sworn that Sherry turned around in slow motion. He pictured her swinging her hair around and walking toward him. He was gone, transported to another world in his drug-induced haze until his fantasy was interrupted.
Sherry said, “Hey, Tony!” She was standing right in front of him, snapping her fingers in an attempt to get his attention.
He jumped to his feet. “What happened?”
“You were fuckin’ bent over and drooling while I was asking you a question! Shit, you almost hit the fuckin’ floor. What the fuck are you on?” she asked, sounding pissed off.
He casually walked over to her and just kissed her on the lips so gently that the young girl felt her legs grow weak. She had never been kissed before, and she had always dreamed of kissing Tony. This was a dream come true. Ever so slowly and smoothly, Tony sat her on the bed.
She knew what was coming next and she protested. “No, Tony, I don’t think we should. I never had sex before; I’m still a virgin! I’ve heard stories from other girls in my school about how much it hurts and shit. Tony, I’m scared!”
Tony chimed in. “But didn’t the girls also tell you how good it feels now and how much they look forward to doing it?”
She smiled. “Well, yes. I’ve heard that too, but I don’t know, Tony. My brother already talked to me about sex and he told me that the only time I should do it is when I get married and I don’t think you wanna marry me now, do you?” Sherry smiled broadly, hoping for a yes from Tony.
“Are you fuckin’ kidding me? I would love to be with you for the rest of my life, Sherry!” he said as he ran his game on her. “Hey, listen, if you’re not old enough and you wanna act like a little girl, I can go find someone else who wouldn’t mind being with me.” With that said, he got up and headed toward the door. He added, “You know what? I thought you were a woman, but I see that you’re still a little girl. So, go on, you can go ahead and leave.”
“No,” she replied at the thought of losing him. “I am a woman! I’m just scared, Tony.”
He closed the door that he held open for her to leave, and then he walked over to the nervous teen. “Listen,” he said, as he stroked her hair, “I know you’re a little uneasy, but you gotta understand that I would never hurt you.”
Just then, Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag of heroin. “Here,” he said as he handed her the bag, “take a little bit of this. I guarantee you, Sherry, you won’t be scared anymore.”
Sherry looked down at the bag with curiosity. “What the fuck is this? Isn’t this the shit my brother gives you?”
As he attempted to reassure her, Tony told her that she was correct. “Yeah, it is, and, trust me, this shit right here will make you feel like you just kissed heaven.”
“Well, I know for sure that I shouldn’t be doing this,” she told him.
He looked her in the eye, lifted her head by her chin, and said, “If you do this for me, I will go out tomorrow and buy you an engagement ring. We can tell your brother that we are getting married. I don’t care what he might say. I love you, Sherry, and I wanna be with you for the rest of my life!”
The young girl smiled and hugged him. “Are you serious?” Since Sherry had never received much attention at school, she became the happiest girl around when she heard Tony’s promise.
“Yes. Now here,” he said as he pulled out a straw, dipped it into the white powder, and put it under her nose. “Hold your other nostril closed and take a sniff.”
She did as she was told. As she sniffed the powder, it burned her nostril. She shook her head from side to side. Tony quickly got a much bigger hit and put it under her other nostril. The young girl sniffed it hard. Then she leaned back on the bed and began to feel the heroin’s effects. She reached down
and began to rub on the blanket. She had never felt anything as wonderful as this blanket. As the heroin worked its way through her system, Sherry felt a little itchy and began to scratch her arms and legs. Tony knew what she was feeling. He began to remove her pants as the young girl enjoyed her high, completely unaware of what was going on.
She began to stroke her face, which also felt good. She smiled and said, “Wow!” No matter what she touched, everything felt so magnificent.
While she was in this mood, Tony took complete advantage. He bent down and began to lick her young, virginal vagina. “Ohhh,” she moaned. “Wow! Tony, that feels amazing.” She had masturbated before but it never felt like this. She thought that she was in heaven. Tony rose up and watched as she writhed on the bed in ecstasy and listened as she begged him not to stop.
Tony climbed on top and slowly inserted himself into her tight, young pussy. Sherry went wild at the feel of him inside her. She began to buck upward wildly, trying to get him to go deeper. They lay in the bed, fucking hard. Tony had lost all sense of time. He cared about nothing but staring down at this young girl and sexing her.
Paulie was still irate and, to make matters worse, he glanced down at his Rolex and saw that it was almost 4:30. He froze. “Hey, what the fuck?! How come you dickheads didn’t tell me it was four-thirty and my fuckin’ sister hasn’t come home yet?”
The men had nothing to say. None of the bodyguards wanted to be the one to get a smack from Paulie, so they kept quiet. Paulie bellowed, “You know something? I think I need another set of fuckin’ bodyguards because you fuckers are worthless!”
He ordered one of his goons to go down the block to find his little sister. “Listen,” he said, “I’m gonna go over here and check on Tony. This motherfucker owes me some money, and I’ll get me a plate from Mrs. Santoro. I think I smell some linguini cooking, and nobody does it like she does.” Paulie licked his lips and headed across the street. His men began to follow him. Treating them as if they were puppies, Paulie turned to them and shouted, “Stay!”