Forbidden Turf Publishing

North Side, Spartanburg

" I told y'all ni**as that South side s**t was gonna crumble, s**t never last long; look at what's happening now, fu***ng drought and we got all the work," Mello stated puffing on a blunt of Kush.
" Don't sleep on dem ni**as, I heard ole boy Damian still got s**t jumping, matter fact he just got back."
Bishop was on it, didn't miss a beat when it came to who had it in any hood and he knew details especially being the Jack boy he was. Regardless of his reputation, they all knewnot to f**k with Damian or end up in a fu***ng Body bag.
""Where the f**k you got that from, I haven't seen that cat. S**t, all their people coming over here; when you heard that,"asked Mello passing the blunt to Bishop?
" S**t, yesterday ni**as told me they saw his truck; even then I don't believe he's pushing s**t anyways," Bishop stated holding the blunt in his lips, while he tied the bag of crack co***ne weighting 112 grams from a scale.
Bishop sent one of their runners to the store for more drinks and some blunt wraps while he bagged the remaining grams of crack co***ne. Ever since the Feds had busted South side, all the money was flowing through North, and it only took 3 months to change this.
"June-Bug told me he saw Damian 2weeks ago on Green St. They really ain't doing s**t, ni**as trying to beat their cases bro and plus I don't think the Feds done with them Indictments. S**t real crazy right about now," Mello stated as an all-black SUV cruised through the block.
" That's the second time today I've seen that truck bro, I think that's 12, real talk," one of their runners said
"Stay on point, can't be out here slipping at all, could be Jack boys too; ni**as looking for an easy lick," Mello said
" I think that's 12 bro, real talk," Bishop said leaning back against the wooden bench.
" Y'all tripping, it's too much bread coming today; tighten up..."
Mello was actually caught up in the moment, definitely seeing bread North Side hasn't seen like this since Tony and his brother Reco had it on lock damn near 12years ago. They was making almost 25 thousand a day on this block within the last 2 weeks now that South side was shut down, everybody was coming through the hood right now.
" Nah, that's Feds bra, they taking pics and s**t; in telling you, we need to lay low for real, for real," Bishop said firmly.
" If you want,I'll holla at cha bra; meet up with you later at Chucks, I'm chilling out here," Mello said
Greed usually was what caused the down fall to many dynasties, so many great hustlers, and it usually was because the human ego and satisfaction wasn't easily tamed so the thirst wasn't satisfied until it drowned you. Fatal choices consumed so many...

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Mello stayed away from the block for the next 8-9 days; and decided to rode through Krook Apartments on Thursday afternoon. Once he turn left on Krooks Drive, on North Side, he almost froze causing the vehicle to swerve after seeing Sled and Fed's vehicles raiding the hood. He quickly veered off and disappeared with his heart bearing the pressure of an um wanted heart attack...
After the round-up, cops realized they had missed Bernard Estonia( Mello), so they raided his mother's house after hitting his apartment...Upon raiding Mello's apartment;they discovered and confiscated 4 kilos of pure co***ne, 110 thousand dollars in cash. The Feds confiscated 2 vehicles, and 13 Pitt bulls from his mother's house
" Mrs. McNeill,did you know your son was selling drugs and using the money to Operate illegal dog breeding and fighting,"the Agent asked
"No sir, I don't know what my son does;whatever it was, it's his responsibility and he's a grown man. All he does is come here every other day to feed, water or walk them things; I don't even go back there sir; but like I told the other Agent; anything other than that, y'all can contact my Attorney!"
" It's no need for that ma'am;if anything comes up, I'll contact you."
" No you gonna contact my lawyer just like I said; I don't have s**t to do with any of this. What's in my name is mine; I know my rights," she said and the Agent smirked knowing she was on point.....
Mello turnt himself in 3 days later and was given a Quarter million dollar Surety bond. The Bail bondsman wanted 15% to post his bail and just 2 days later, Mello was placed back into federal custody as Flight risk. His bond was revoked for reasons only God knew and the wicked Federal Attorney General...

" Get your s**t and get the f**k out, get up bitch!"
Wanda shoved her onto the bed as she opened the bedroom door. She headed out, walked downstairs passing her mother into the kitchen. Wanda has been violent lately,and drinking heavily. All this started after hearing rumors of her mother creeping around with a cop, a white one at that. She wasn't about to talk to anyone about it, so that made her act out instead, mentally she was definitely disturb.
" Meet me at the Mall in Greenville, in about fifteen minutes Revin. No I'm alone, just dropped Coya stupid ass off at her house. No, I just got a lot of s**t on my mind; that's it."
Wanda was so into her conversation that she never noticed the Grey trooper's cruiser pulling out behind her on highway 26. By the time she realized it, she was already 20 mph over the speed limit.
" F**k! I'll call you back, cops pulling me over..."
Wanda hung up cellphone, as she pulled the vehicle over.
" Licenses and registration please, have you been drinking," the officer asked looking around in her car using his visual?
" Well I had a few beers earlier, but I'm not drunk; it was like 3-4 hours ago though officer."
" You didn't have your seat belt on, and you were doing ninety-three in a seventy miles per hour zone. What's the rush and can you please step out the vehicle ma'am; please walk to the back of the vehicle?" the officer stated as he headed to the rear of Wanda's car.
"Damn," she mumbled exiting the car with the thought of what to do next. She remembered having the bag of money in the back seat, money she was supposed to drop off at Attorney Daley's office.
Chelly called the attorney earlier that morning, giving him instructions to launder $150 thousand into a Swish account overseas. She told him it was a favor that Ross had asked of him, and since he had done it before, Daley agreed although Chelly was lying about it this time. It was really for her self. This was something they had discussed years ago before the federal government seized and froze the U.S. accounts with Ross's name on them.
" I need you to complete this test, stand over there please ma'am. Do you have anything in the vehicle I need to know about that's illegal, weapons or drugs?"
" Ahh, no sir I don't, why...."
Wanda's speech was muffled out by the sound of steel, glass, and tires colliding with the guard rail about an eighth of a mile ahead. A forest green SUV flipped several times due to being sideswiped by a Mac truck.
" Oh my goodness, "she screamed holding her hands over her mouth..
" 8-14, 8-14, I got a severe accident on highway 26; I need paramedics, fire truck and back up; we got a 3.7, hit and run. So you copy," the officer managed while running to his Patrol car...

"Let's move, get some land and a home built, what you think about that because I'm tired of shacking up here", he said after placing a burnt colored bag near the tub banister.
" Move where baby and what's this," she asked?
" It's yours and anywhere; I'm just ready!"

Roland had tears in her eyes, mainly because she loved the idea and another was due to her sincere love for Juice. Some of those tears fell because she couldn't find the way to tell her man she had missed her menstruation for 2 months now.

" How much money is that and what am I to do with it," Roland asked as she watched her man undress?
" Around 30 grand, just go shopping and get s**t done you need. Go out and try finding some land near Oswego somewhere."
"No you're not, I'm getting in, move," she purred while easing herself into the shower with Juice...
" I thought you were taking a bath, can I shower in peace, please," he teased?
" Move, that's mine n***a, I can do as I please,"she said as her soft palm massaged his p***s and balls.
" Umm, see what you're doing," the words eased from his lips as his er****on grew...
As the water eased over their bodies, Roland gently guided his manhood into her mouth, moving it back and forth using her warm lips and tongue only to tease him.
"Agh damn baby.... S**t," he moaned while grinding and rotating his hips.
Roland knew she had him, mind and body under submission as he was hard as a steel rod.He loved her head game and she would have her way with him each time going down on him. She would look up at him as she took him deeper into her mouth and down her throat.
"Come here, get up," he pulled her up because he knew if he didn't; she'll definitely was about to pull his soul from his physical composition. He couldn't handle it any more...
Juice started kissing her ear and neck, then nibbled on her breast as he found her wetness with his index finger. She was extremely wet, anticipating his every move as her hips gravitated with his finger's movement....
" Ummm, I need some dick daddy, please," she softly cried into his ear..