2. Juelz #3
I was a rich nigga through and through and my brother, Zelan was right by my side every step of the way. He was second in command and together we ran our shit with an iron fist. We had money, power, and we damn sure demanded our respect.
I was envied by hatin’ ass niggas every day but loved by the ladies.
It didn’t hurt to have good looks. I was 6’2” with light brown eyes, honey-colored skin, a muscular body and tattoos everywhere.
My hair was low cut; the waves were spinning, and I had a full, low-cut beard.
Some say I favored Omari Hardwick. I guess I could see that, but I was on another level though.
Just imagine him, a lil bigger, more muscles, and taller you put all that shit together, and you got Juelz Kassom.
I wasn’t sure where me and Zel got these fucking eyes from because they sho’ didn’t come from our mom.
The only person that I’d seen remotely close to the color eyes we have was Mone, and his ass wasn’t even related to us.
That’s all I heard from the women was how beautiful my eyes were, and I knew it was a complement and I appreciated it.
I heard the shit so much that it irritated the shit out of me.
Not to mention, the shit that they would do just to get next to me, and my brother.
To be honest, it was a real turn off. I wasn’t interested in having a relationship with any woman.
All I had for these chicks were ten inches of this curve and thats it.
The shit I'd been through at only twenty-eight years old would have a lot of niggas folding and damn near losing their minds. Shit, there are times when I feel like I have lost my damn mind. This game was wicked, and I’d been tested on a level that I never thought was possible.
When we lost Kenya just a few months after giving birth to my daughter, Kari, the niggas that took her was untraceable, and we looked everywhere for her.
I had beef in the streets with some new niggas, and we believed that they were the ones that had Kenya, but every corner we turned, we came up short.
That shit fucked with me so bad, and til this day it still fucked with me.
I didn’t think I’d ever be the same after losing her.
That woman was my heart. I believed that was the real reason why I didn’t want to ever get into another relationship.
I didn’t want to ever feel like that again, and I damn sure didn’t want another woman to get hurt.
These niggas in the streets didn’t give a fuck about coming for the ones you loved.
There were no more moral compass’ or boundaries.
Behind mine, I will gladly step out of my Tom Ford suit and kill yo ass.
I made the city bleed looking for Kenya, causing the death toll to go up thirty percent in a three-week span.
Getting that video of Kenya getting hit fucked me up, her screams for me to help her haunt me every fuckin’ day.
For months after, I turned the city upside down, but there were no traces of the niggas that took my daughter’s mother and the love of my life away.
I met Kenya when I was twenty at a house party in the Bronx.
Kenya was living with her foster mom because both her parents were killed in a car accident when she was young.
None of her family wanted to take her in, so she ended up in the system.
Family can be a bitch sometimes, because why wouldn’t you want to take in your family member, especially after they’ve lost both of their parents?
That shit was crazy to me. I was never turning my back on my family, especially if it was family I fucked with.
That’s why I was glad that my mom and I worked out our differences.
I loved my mom and would do anything for her.
She didn’t approve with what I did, but she respected me and stayed out of my business when it came to the streets.
She knew there was nothing she could do to stop me and Zelan from doing this, so she just prayed that we would be protected.
When I met Kenya, she was nineteen, we fell hard for each other, and I moved her in with me a few months later.
Kenya was just it for me. My mom loved her.
However, Zel didn’t care for her, but he remained cordial.
There was nothing I wouldn’t do for my girl and daughter.
Kari was my pride and joy and reminded me of her mother daily; she was a little beauty.
My phone was ringing in my hand, pulling me out my thoughts. It was my baby girl, calling!
“Hey, baby girl,” I said, answering.
“Hi, daddy. Where are you? You were supposed to take me shopping, so I can get mom mom a peasent.”
I chuckled at Kari because she was still trying to pronounce certain words. “It’s present, Kari and I will come and pick you up later today,” I said.
“Ok daddy. Lovvvvvve yooouuu! Mom mom wants to talk to you!” She giggled.
“Hey son, how are you?” My mom greeted.
“I’m good, mom. How are you, and how are your students treating you?” I asked.
“Oh, they’re fine. Some just give me attitude, but you know your mom can handle that,” she laughed.
I chuckled at my mom because I knew she could handle it, but she probably gave the students attitude first. My mother worked while going to school to get her masters in education and is now a professor at NYU.
“Ok, son, I have a class in a few, so I have to go. Kari will be here with her nanny and I will see you later,” she said.
“Aight, mom. Love you.”
“Love you too, son,” she said and we ended the call.
I finished my meeting at the recreation center and was finally on my way home.
It was time to start setting up these meetings with my brother and my suppliers to begin my transition of power, so that I can come out of the game.
I know Z is ready for me to turn the reigns over to him and I’m damn sure ready to give it to his ass.
I had my daughter to think about; she’s the reason that I had to pull out of the streets.
She’s growing up and I damn sure didn’t want anything happening to her.
Cause If that ever happens, they might as well shut the city down and lock every nigga on the streets up because I can promise you this, if they don’t shut it down, I will.
An hour later, I was walking into my home, and I was met at the door by my housekeeper, Henrietta, who was like a mother to me, and she loved herself some Kari.
“Mr. Kassom, welcome home. I’ve prepared dinner for you since I’m leaving early today,” she said.
“You didn’t have to do that. I appreciate you.”
“I just didn’t want you to have to deal with the fuss of cooking,” she smiled.
“I’m lucky to have you here with us. Enjoy your night away and we will see you when you return,” I told her then I headed upstairs, so that I could change clothes and go check on my workers.