Chris Rock once said that if you walking through the streets of Brooklyn and you see one white boy walking with a group of black guys, it's the white boy you should be afraid of cause "there aint no telling what he did to get the respect of those black dudes". He was right, and I was that one lone white boy, the muscle, the assassin, the one who's on the grind, putting in work. My crew respected me, my rivals feared me, women wanted me, but none of that shit mattered. All I saw was the money, the respect, and the street cred.

I could have been a trust fund baby, the preppy motherfucker that went to the ritzy private school, the son of a top-notch, sought after surgeon and the cliché suburban soccer mom. I never fit in with that shit. Even though my mom and dad nor my siblings had any idea what I was up to, they loved me and wanted me back in the quiet cozy gated community with them. I always knew that I was too raw and too hardcore for that shit.

In my time, I had moved more weight through New York, New Jersey and Florida than anyone else on our team. My supplier Caius had been after me for months to get wet, to move on to bigger and better things, leave the street-level "gang banging savagery" as he called it, but I was too hood for that three piece suit organized crime shit. I was right where I wanted to be, "number one hustla". I was married to the streets. Who would have ever thought the little white boy from Manchester would be one of the most feared motherfuckers out there?

My appearance fooled most, I was six foot five inches, two hundred and ninety six pounds of muscle, sparkling blue eyes that drove most of the bitches that were addicted to my dick crazy, but it was usually the dimples that did them in. That was what threw most people off; they saw me and immediately assumed I was soft, but I would grab a motherfucker by the collar quick. I always kept my desert eagle cocked, one in the chamber. I didn't tolerate bullshit or disrespect, and I would pump a bitch full of lead without blinking.

The problem is, for so long I had only lived in the moment, never gave a thought to the future, but I didn't know the future was gonna sneak up on my ass quick. Before I knew what the fuck was happening, shit changed so fast I wasn't able to keep up. A storm was coming, and if I wasn't on my game that shit was going to fucking drown my ass. Shit, I was Emmett "Sleepy" McCarty.

The storm started about six months ago. I got wake up call from my mother, asking me if I was coming over for dinner on Sunday. I knew I had a shipment coming in so I cancelled, telling her I had studying to do. She and my father still thought I was going to school. (Fuck that, I had dropped out months ago!) I was good at school, didn't put have to put in any effort, but I just had better shit to do. I had, after all, gotten a full-ride scholarship to Syracuse. My father thought I would eventually be a surgeon like him, highly unlikely.

As soon as I hung up, my cell immediately started ringing. I knew it was Caius, asking me to make the drive out to the suburbs to meet with some of his associates. He had taken note of my street smarts, along with the business sense; he said I was a lethal weapon, that he would move hell and earth to get me on his team.

"Emmett, what's up? How are you feeling today?" he drawled.

"Gravy, baby, what up Caius?" I said not in the mood for small talk.

"Wanna to come out to the estate and have some lunch with me? There are some people I would like you to meet," he said.

"Nah man, I got mad shit to do today. Hey when you gonna bring yo ass to my hood, or them three piece suits make your ass forget how to be on the grind?" I said with a grin.

"Don't forget who taught you about the game, man; you got your stripes because of me," he said with a chuckle.

"Aiight, man. I'll give you that one, but I got mad shit to do today, so I'm gonna have to get up wit you lata," I said grabbing my two way, seeing I had seven texts waiting on me.

"Aiight Em, man be safe, get at me later. I got something I wanna talk to you about," he said.

"Yeah, okay I got you," I said ending the call.

I took a shower, ate some cereal, and then walked into my closet. It was hot as shit today so I put on a tank top and some Ecko jean shorts. I was kinda snobbish about my clothes and my cars. Everything had to be a designer label, and I was kinda impartial to Ecko and Enyce. Oh, and throwback jerseys were a must! I had more shoes than most females I knew, but the end result was I always fuckin' looked good, wrist and neck always iced, and a three carat diamond in my ear. A fitted baseball hat hung low over my eyes. I always kept my hair cut low and faded and beard freshly lined up.

After all that shit, I was ready to hit the street. I walked out to my garage.

Hmm, my rove, my escalade, or my Lexus?

I always went with my signature look when I was gonna be grindin: my Lexus, black on black twenty six inch Velloche rims, ten grand worth of sound system, and dark tint, sleek and powerful. I cranked my bass and headed out into the hot ass sun. I had a bunch of runs to make, check on my corners, and pick up some money from my corner boys. Later, I was suppose to meet my homeboy Edward at the club to discuss a large amount of weight he wanted moved. Anyone who thought I was fucking crazy had never met this motherfucker before. I was one of the few people he trusted enough to directly do business with, and he was a good person to have in your corner; blow for blow he was another lone white boy that most motherfuckers feared. You heard the name Cullen, and a chill ran down your spine.

I got a text from Edward saying to watch my back because the cops were out deep, running stings all over the place. I texted all my corner boys and told them to keep their eyes open and shut down if necessary. I was about my money but couldn't take the chance of one of my boys getting popped because then my name gets mixed into shit. I was kinda irritated today, I hadn't got laid in two weeks. I had cut off my normal girl, her name was Rosalie. Blonde hair, blue eyes, nice ass, but her fucking mouth drove me insane. I let her go cause I couldn't deal with her drama, so therefore no pussy for me! I wasn't down for the one night stand thing, and I don't typically trust females. They talk too fucking much! My dry spell was seriously fucking up my focus, so I considered calling Rose, even though she was pissed. She would let me hit it, but then I would have to deal with her mouth. I got lost in the bass and made my way down to the Bronx. I made my rounds without bullshit, then texted Cullen and asked him if he wanted to meet early, cause I was done with shit and wanted nothing more than to go home and go back to bed.

My cell rang, and it was Cullen.

"Whattup, Ed?" I said.

"Sup, Em? Where the fuck you at, dude?" he asked.

"Leaving the track, about to roll over to Dover, and check my shit over there. Then I'll probably go home and call it a day," I replied, yawning and running my finger through my hair.

"Yeah I got you. Hey, when you get to Dover let me know. I'm over at Scorpion; come chill here for a few, " he suggested.

"Yeah, dude. I got you, give me about forty minutes," I answered and ended the call.

Scorpions was this kick ass restaurant that turned into a strip club at night. I had spent so many nights chillin' with my crew there, it was like my second home.

I rolled into Dover and was immediately pissed off. One of my corner boys was so interested in the slut he was tonguing down that he wasn't paying attention to the rival crew that was on the other corner waiting for the opportunity to jack my shit from him. I reached under my seat making sure my glock was cocked. I looked in my rearview mirror and smiled. That motherfucker Cullen was psychic and always had my back. I adjusted my hat and got out the car while the boys in the rival crew jumped into some POS and sped off, tires screeching.

I walked up to Mike, fucking dumb-ass, sell-out pretending to be hood, and put the glock to his throat.

"Motherfucker, I don't give second chances on a regular basis, so pay fucking attention. You lose a dime of my fucking money or any of my weight, and they will never find your body. I will blow your fucking head off, you got me?" I whispered in his ear.

I had to keep from laughing when I looked down and saw the motherfucker had pissed himself.

"Emmett man, I'm sorry, I ain't seen my girl in a while and-" he sputtered but I cut him off.

"I don't give a fuck about you or your bitch. I am about my fuckin' money. If you fuck with that, I fuck you up. Plain and simple. It happens again and-" I threatened, pulling the trigger. I knew all it would give off is an audible click since the safety was on.

"Don't make have to cock this shit back again. Now where the fuck is my money?" I demanded, putting the gun back in my waistband.

The dumbass was short, and I shrugged at Cullen. Yeah, this motherfucker was gonna have to be dealt with. Even though today was not the day to fuck with me. I was too heated, so I would do some crazy shit if I handled him right now.

"Where is the rest?" I demanded, losing more patience by the second.

"Well, uh, some of it is at home. I forgot it," he mumbled, looking at ground, which let me know he was lying.

Now I was pissed.

"Mike, seriously, you're trying my patience. You're gonna meet me at Scorpion tonight with all my money and my weight. If you don't and I gotta come looking for your ass, it won't be a good scene," I said as I flexed my fingers to keep from punching him in the fucking face.

"Em man, seriously, I need the money. I gotta kid coming; I gotta get money," he begged.

"Dude, you're acting like I give a fuck! I ain't your friend. This is my fucking money we're talking about, and you know how I am about money! Stop fuckin' playin' with me, Mike. So like I said, my money and the rest of my weight. I can't fuck wit you no more," I spat and walked to my car.

Cullen was still sitting in his Benz, his normal chick Alice sitting next to him, rubbing his shoulders.

He got out when he saw me approaching and held his fist out for me to bump it.

"What gives, McCarty? You gave that motherfucker a pass! Your focus off?" he asked me curiously.

"Dude, I can't call it. I'm just off today. That's why I just wanted to make my rounds and go home. I'm fucking rattled," I sighed, lighting a cigarette.

"Here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna come with me right now to Scorpion, get something to eat, go home and take a nap, and then tonight you coming with me to this new club, Poseidon. I got one of the VIP sections totally blocked off for me. We'll chill, watch some bitches shake their shit, get some good liquor, and a couple blunts. You'll be good after that," he promised.

"Is that a question or an order?" I said, looking at him.

"It's an order. I got you moving a lot of weight for me, McCarty. I can't let your game be thrown off, so meet me at Scorpion in fifteen minutes," he pointed at me, walking back over to his Benz. He leaned back, and the tiny little pixie curled into his side as he drove up the street towards Scorpion.

I jumped in my ride and followed. I ended up chillin' with Cullen for a couple hours, just sitting there and watching the track, watching all this money be made for us.

"Aiight Cullen, I'mma meet you at Poseidon, but I am gonna go over to Glendale and get something to wear tonight," I said.

"You're such a bitch when it comes to clothes, picky ass," he laughed, shaking his head.

"Not all of us got Little Miss Personal Fucking Shopper dressing us every day," I nodded towards Alice.

"Yeah well that's my ride or die girl right there. She knows I always got her if she on her game and takes care of me," he smiled over at the tiny dark haired girl.

"Maybe that's what the fuck I need, one good solid down ass girl that ain't got a smart fucking mouth and doesn't question me all the dam time," I wondered out loud, sipping my beer.

"I told you from jump, that bitch Rosalie wasn't gonna be shit but annoyance and trouble for you, Emmett. You need to listen to someone other than Caius' dumb ass! The mob made him soft, and that punk ass doesn't know what it's like to stay on the grind. He forgot," Edward bit into his pasta.

"Yeah, I am startin' to think that shit too. You know, he wants to get me wet," I said, picking at my fries.

"You mean like a made man, number one capo type shit?" he asked.

"That's exactly what I mean," I nodded.

"You know you would lose so much street cred; those motherfuckers don't know how to put in their own work," he huffed as his phone chirped.

While Edward mumbled into his phone, I got lost in my own thoughts. I needed to get away from shit because I was getting rattled, and rattled motherfuckers get sloppy.

"So you bring your ass to Poseidon tonight; let's get your mojo back," Edward ordered, breaking me out my fucked up daydream.

"Yeah I'll be there, but I gotta go home for a minute to get some sleep or something. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, man."

I grabbed some cash out of my wallet and threw it on the table.

"Nah, I got this shit, man. You got the first round of drinks later. You just get your mind right for tonight," Cullen waved me off.

"I got you man, don't worry. I gotta get over to the mall and get some shit, so I'll hit you when I wake up."

I walked out into the bright sun and had to get some sun glasses on, it was giving me a headache. All of a sudden, I felt like someone was watching me. I turned around and there was this punk ass motherfucker Tyler. He had been after me for months, fucking hater. He didn't say shit to me, just mugged the hell of me. I stretched my arms over my head showing off the steel, a signal that I wasn't in the mood to be tested or fucked with. He scowled at me and walked back over to his truck.

What a little bitch, I thought.

I headed to the turnpike, towards the mall. I had to get an outfit for later. I walked directly to the food court. I had to get a pineapple orange Julius; and as I walked through the food court, I was lost in my own thoughts and slammed right into some girl, knocking her to the floor.

"Damn, mama. I'm sorry," I apologized as I looked down into the sexiest pair of brown eyes I had ever seen.

"It's, umm, okay…I bumped into you," she admitted.

Damn, this girl made me freeze. I swore I was losing my shit. She was banging physically with long brunette hair, big pretty brown eyes, a small frame.

Fuck me sideways, she was hot.

"Don't worry about it, baby girl. Are you sure you're alright?" I asked helping her up.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you though," she whispered.

We stood there for a good minute just staring at each other. I flashed her a smile. This blush took over her cheeks, and her eyes dropped to the ground. I was about to ask her for her number when I heard someone yell, "Bella!"

She immediately looked like a deer caught in a set of headlights and took off. I was left standing there feeling like I had lost her. What the fuck was wrong with me? I watched her walk away with her friends. She turned and smiled at me, breaking out into this bright pink blush that made me shake my head and smile.

I finished my shopping, getting more clothes than I really needed, but shit, I was a label whore as Cullen accused me of being! I liked what I liked ,nothing more and nothing less. The cool part was that I could spend as much money on clothes as I wanted, and it wasn't a big deal. I left the mall and went back to my condo and answered some texts from Caius and Cullen, when my mind suddenly went to the brown eyes of the girl from the mall. She was so small and fragile, so innocent looking. I loved that shit. Out of nowhere I was hard. Tonight, I needed to fuck. I shook my head and cringed at the thought of throwing my balls in the blender and fucking calling Rosalie, just cause I knew she would get over shit and let me get at her. But the more I thought about it, I didn't want Rose. I wanted the girl with the sexy ass brown eyes.

I laid on the couch, watching some TV, and eventually I fell asleep. As soon as my eyes closed, all I saw was the little brown eyed girl. I dreamed of her, all small and fragile, needing me to protect her. She was what Cullen had been talking about, the one girl, who never questioned my shit, loved me unconditionally.

What kind of fucking pussy was I turning into?

I was dreaming about the girl with the brown eyes. We were hardcore fucking, with her screaming my name and arching her back. Right when I was about to spill my seed inside of her, I was blasted out of sleep by my Blackberry.

"Somebody better be motherfucking dying," I hissed into my phone.

"Nah, brother, just you if you don't wake the fuck up and start getting ready!"

"Damn, Cullen, what the fuck man! I just went to sleep."

"The fuck you did, man! It's already eight fucking thirty. Get ya ass up and hurry," he bellowed into the phone.

"Aiight man, get off my damn nuts. I'll meet you at the club," I huffed.

BPOV

I squealed when I got off the phone. I had a job finally after months of looking! I finally had a job as VIP cocktail server at the hottest new club in Jersey, Poseidon's Playground. It was an edgy, urban hip hop club, so wasn't my type of scene but I didn't care. It was money and tips. I decided to share the good news with my best friend, Lauren.

"I got a job!" I yelled into the phone.

"Seriously, girl? That's awesome! Where are you going to be working and what are you going to be doing?"

"It's at that new club, Poisedon. I am going to be cocktail server in the VIP room," I announced to her.

"Hey, do you know if they are still hiring? I am going to need a job," she wondered.

"Lauren, you're pregnant! You don't need to be in a loud smoky night club. I thought Mike was working now?" I inquired.

"He was but, umm, I was skimming money to get stuff for the baby, and the guy he was working for came to collect. I hadn't put the money back yet, so he got pissed. Now Mike has to get the money back tonight or else he is gonna get hurt," she sighed.

"Lauren, what was Mike doing?"

"It's best if I don't say. If he found out I was even talking to you about it, I would be in trouble," she worried.

"Look, if you ever need me, you know I am here. You wanna come to the mall with me? I gotta go pick up some shoes for work," I asked.

"Yeah, Angela is gonna come too. She is starting at the Playground tonight too! She is a server, not in the VIP like you through, " Lauren blurted out.

"I'll meet you girls at the mall! "

I looked around the apartment I had been living in and sighed. It was a beautiful apartment in an upscale neighborhood. I was both sad and glad to have to give it up; after all I was sharing it with my father's best friend's son. When my dad died, he made Jacob promise he would take care of me. Problem was, Jake took the job a little too seriously, and I had grown tired of him checking my texts and emails and scaring away any potential guys that tried to date me. I was ready to be on my own. I was ready to have my own man, my own money, my own life, and sadly that life didn't include Jake.

I pulled into the mall parking lot. Angela was in her car, talking on her phone. She waved and blew me a kiss. She had this new boyfriend Tyler, and he took up most of her time. He was always texting and calling her checking on her. I thought it was sweet. The caveman thing had always been a turn on to me. When she was able to pacify him enough to get him off the phone, she waved me over to her new car.

"Holy crap, Ange, nice wheels," I smiled at her.

"It was a gift from Tyler! He spoils me, I get whatever I want. He is too much, Bella! Every time I turn around, he is buying me something," she said shaking her head.

"I am happy for you girl, you deserve it!"

"I'm not going to be working at the club…Tyler isn't gonna let me work. He said I don't need too," she said sheepishly.

"That's awesome, why are you so sad?" I asked her.

"It is just all so much, you know? I never had much growing up and now here I am, with my first ever boyfriend who wipes his ass with twenties like it's no big deal! He gave me a wad of cash to go shopping with you. I just don't know how to handle it," she declared as we walked towards the entrance.

"You'll be fine, just know I am fifty kinds of lime green jello! I wish I had a boyfriend like him."

"Trust me, Bella. No you don't. I love him, but there are parts of him that I could totally live without" Angela whispered.

As we walked towards the shoe store, I realized I was confused by what she meant, but I kept quiet, knowing she'd tell me if she wanted to. I was just happy that Angie was being well taken care of, and I really wanted that for myself too.