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    Wrong Move, Nathan Welch {DC Bookdiva Publications}
    Wrong Move, Nathan Welch {DC Bookdiva Publications}
    Wrong Move, Nathan Welch {DC Bookdiva Publications}
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    Wrong Move, Nathan Welch {DC Bookdiva Publications}

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    It’s a known fact that uptown and south side dudes never mix in the streets of DC, unless it’s about getting that paper. Ug and Slick are the exception to this rule when they hook up after serving a bid together. Both men are at the top of their game and getting good money in their respected hoods together until Slick decides to take his childhood buddy Mozart along for the ride. All hell breaks loose in the city’s streets when lust, lies, betrayal, deceit and a woman enters the equation.

    What was a lucrative business arrangement turns into a nightmare when lines are crossed and the wrong move made.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDC Bookdiva Publications
    Release dateDec 18, 2013
    ISBN9781498920032
    Wrong Move, Nathan Welch {DC Bookdiva Publications}

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      Wrong Move, Nathan Welch {DC Bookdiva Publications} - Nathan Welch

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      I’m out trappin’ early because there ain’t enough time in the day – time to stack some paper, I gotta do it quick before all deez bitches and police get on my line, thought Slick while reclining in the passenger seat, smoking a spliff of loud. 

      Slowly, Slick inhaled the chronic fumes.  His chinky eyes were bloodshot red as he tried to remain focused on the task at hand.  The first move he wanted to complete was dropping off four ounces and a half to a hustler named Ug that hailed from the 640-Lorton Morton projects.  Whenever Ug called him, Slick knew it meant more money.

      Making a detour was the last thing he wanted at that moment.  His homie was already making a turn to go see a bootylicious dame he met at the T. C. B. White Party the night before.  Slick knew that he would be wasting his breath by saying anything to Mozart to derail him from chasing some pussy.

      All the home boys and girls from the hood near Kennedy Street was making moves in their own fashion.  But Slick outshined them all.  Being 6’1 and tipping the scale on the heavy obese side didn’t deter him from pulling and fucking some of the baddest dime pieces in Washington, D.C.  Slick let his money do all the talking.  The boy was a certified boss who could pass for a younger looking Ricky Rozay.

      Out of nowhere, Mozart made a dangerous left turn.  Slick wanted to curse Mozart’s ass out for driving crazy while they rode dirty, but Slick remained silent.  He was silently kicking himself in the ass for getting in a car with Mozart’s crazy –crash dummy-ass.  Point back, Slick knew he made the wrong move today.

      Slick knew the only way for him to possibly get through the sticky situation without arguing was to simply remain quiet and not confront Mozart.

      Damn Moe, why you so quiet and shit, Mozart spoke in an octave higher than the blaring sounds of Backyard Band.  I ain’t seen your fat ass in three days and all you can do is give a nigga the silence treatment? he said as he slammed on brakes, stopping in front of a house where three sexy women sat on the porch.

      Slick gave Mozart a funny look.  Moe, I’m just tryna’ get to my man and dump off this work, he muttered.  He had love for Mozart, but he could be a pain in the ass sometimes.  Slick couldn’t figure out how he let Mozart convince him to ride shotgun with him in the first place.

      I got chu’ Bob, soon as I holla at this bitch right fast, he said and honked the car horn.

      Both men looked on as the exotic looking honey brown female stood up and started towards the car.  As she got closer, Slick zoomed his bloodshot eyes on her.

      Damn, I know that ain’t Samone lil’ fine ass, he wondered, remembering how good her pussy and head game was.  Slick had met her at Howard U’s Homecoming.  A week later, he was slamming massive dick up in all of Samone’s holes.

      He boo-boo, wassup wit’chu? she greeted Mozart while leaning inside the driver’s side window.

      She possessed nice round breasts, prettier than a Barbie doll, and had an ass that men would die for. 

      You tryna’ see what that box hittin on? Mozart cut straight to the point about having sex.

      Slick played with his iPhone and eyed her out the corner of his eye.  Once he peeped her up close Slick recognized her. 

      Damn, why you gotta’ come at me all crazy like that? she sucked her teeth.

      What! Ay Samone, stop saying anything, Mozart snapped.  You know why I’m on your line, so cut the bullshit...what’s up?

      I’m on my period right now, she lied, eyeing Slick.  She wondered if he already gave his homeboy the 411 on their sexcapade.

      So hit me up when you get off.

      Okay, you can’t introduce me to your friend? she smiled.

      Slick recognized her play immediately.

      Moe, let’s roll...I got shit to do, Slick blurted out and then looked at Samone.  No offense sweetheart, but I’m not in the habit of being buddy-buddy with my partner’s dames...shit cause too much confusion, he said giving her a wink on the sly.

      Samone bite her bottom lip seductively.  It’s cool...my bad.  Ay Moe, I’ma get a chu’ soon boo-boo, but until then throw a bitch a bone.  You know I gotta’ keep my hair and nails looking good for you.

      Oh yeah you just gonna’ try me like that huh? he asked, and quickly pulled out his bank roll.  He gave her $200 and pulled off without saying good bye.

      After viewing Mozart’s actions, Sick Pulla sensed that Mozart was nothing but a trick.

      I’ma tea bag that bitch the first chance I get, Mozart said, getting back on Georgia Avenue, heading southbound for 640 projects.

      Already been there and done that, Slick thought, and decided to keep hush-hush about having sex with a woman that Mozart was chasing.  Even though it wasn’t nothing big to expose Samone, he felt that Mozart couldn’t take the knowledge of chasing his sloppy seconds.  Slick was heavy into reading and studying people.  He’d read time and time again of how pussy led to destruction of empires and created war, jealousy and separation between the best of friends.

      Slick had his sights on the almighty dollar and didn’t need any petty drama in is life over a skirt who just going to spread her legs for the next contestant that appeals to herTwo

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      When Mozart pulled to a stop on Morton Street, Slick looked outside the passenger window.  Ug was already standing outside.  Ug was one of those guys whose looks matched his nickname.  The boy had a face that only his mother could love.

      Slick had spent over two years doing time with Ug in a juvy prison somewhere in the mountains of Pennsylvania.  At first he paid Ug no mind about hooking up and getting money on the streets.  But when he came home, Ug called like clockwork. Wanting to do business, at the sound of all the cash amounts Ug wanted to spend, Slick couldn’t resist.

      After confirming the purchase of  three -ounces of crack, Slick asked one of his homies to front him the work for a few hours.  One of  his homies gave Slick a funny stare like he didn’t trust him.

      Moe, I’ll be right back with your ink.  You think I’ma do dirt or be cruddy to the home team?  I just gotta come up, fuck! he snapped.

      Once Slick got his hands on the work, he slid off quickly and re-cooked the drugs, eliminating most of the cut and impurities.  After selling Ug the work, Slick paid his homie in full and never looked back.  Once Ug put the work out on the block, he sold out in record time – he had to call Slick for more work.  By the time Ug made his fifth call to Slick, Slick was already flipping a half kilo and steady climbing.

      Slick had developed quite a reputation because of his expertise in the

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