This story tells of a young woman’s life built in the world of drugs and her journey to finding her way back to God. Having been brought up in a Christian household, LaNina King grows up as an intelligent young lady with astounding accomplishments in school and entrepreneurship. She soon becomes intrigued with the life of fast money and having the finer things in life. LaNina involves herself with the street life, and in a very short time, becomes known as the Lady Boss. Her skills in the street business is unmatched. Being the Lady Boss, and living such a fast paced life, LaNina has no time for love until she meets "Boy". What started out as a strictly business relationship, evolves into a full blown romance. LaNina is on top of the world when "Boy" asks her to marry him. Just as their life together develops and turns into the absolute magnificent 'dream life', drama immediately begins to unfold. A series of unexpected happenings occur leaving LaNina and "Boy" to reevaluate the concepts and pretenses of how they choose personal and business endeavors. Having walked away from different aspects of the street business, one final decision depicts the outcome of their relationship and their ability to move forward, while releasing their roles as Boss and Lady Boss. While choosing to follow a straight and narrow path, with the final task lingering, "Boy" commences becoming a part of something that in turn, leaves him unable to walk away from. Because the street life didn't come with rules or guidelines of how things can really turn out, LaNina's faith is quickly renewed as she reconnects with her spirituality continuing on her journey to a righteous life. “Journey’s” is of great interest to readers who may be going through the same things LaNina went through. Or to those who may be faced with burdenous decisions they already know the answer to. For some, "Journey's" will be a tool towards self-recovery and help many seek the path of spirituality.
I saw a couple messages on my phone when we got back home that night. We got in the habit of leaving phones at home to avoid distraction. But this call I had to take. It was about “PF”.
He had an old friend turned cop from a south side sheriff’s office. I met with him on a few occasions. The first time I met him, it fucked me up because we were sitting at a house with some of his other friends, waiting on somebody to show up. So, when the person finally shows up, it was him, in uniform. I didn’t know what to think. He came in hitting the blunt. He threw what looked like an ounce, or more, of loud on the table.
I will never forget him saying, “shid, roll up one of y’all”. What the fuck? He sat down and my brother passed him a duffle with filled with money. Buddy went downstairs and came back with a sweet package for my brother. That’s how shit is for real.
He gave “PF” intel on what was going on and where. He would give him the heads up on the dope boys that were up to bat, and rob them off hand. He kept “PF’s” name out of the system. They made a lot of money. They did a lot of shit. So now, there’s a new lick. “PF” wants in. Only thing, their target rolls heavy. It’s kill, or be killed. And we knew who was doing the killing.
Just so happens, “PF” gets into it with some niggas on them playing about a deal. He ended up gunning the boys down at the red light in the middle of the street. They happen to be some understudies to the niggas up to bat. His deputy buddy, put the word in on them with his super, and got them on the raid list. So the heat would be on them instead of “PF” for the recent incident. But if “PF” hit them first, then he wouldn’t have to worry about his name being mentioned in a back room.
So he and my other brother “G”, decided to get a couple of their partners to drive different cars and park near where they would be. They were at the same club, in the same parking lot, at the perfect time. Them niggas didn’t see either of my brothers as they rolled up on their car. Pistols in hand, my brothers let loose on them right there killing them instantly.
Only thing neither of my brothers expected was to see twelve moving in on them before they could blink. Come to find out, they all had been under surveillance. The boys, for the raid they were up for. And my brothers, for ALL their recent activity. With the drugs, the guns, the girls, that killing at the red light, and that night we shot those officers. And to top it off, this witnessed murder.
Both of them were on Rice Street. No bond. It was nothing that could be done. “PF” just turned eighteen with a baby on the way. “G” was twenty nine with two kids. They would never see him outside of that place because he was up for murder charges in four other cases. That’s just what they knew. I was hurt for my brothers. I made up in my mind that I didn’t want anything more to do with the game or anybody in it.
Over the past few weeks, I saw more shit go on from my side to “Boy’s” side. Then the shit that happened with us. Everything was refreshed in my memory. This is the straw. I had no further reason to be a part of this shit. That was it.
The only sigh of relief I found, was the thought that they weren’t dead. The situation wasn’t a walk in the park. But they weren’t dead.