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  Never Be

  The Same

  A Novel By

  Silk White

  Good2Go Publishing

  Copyright © 2012 Silk White

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  This novel is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, establishments, and events portrayed in this novel are either product of the author’s imagination or are fiction.

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  ISBN: 978-0-615-63017-5

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  The Start of It All

  Paige stood in front of a full length mirror applying lotion to her naked body, something she did when she got out of the shower. Paige was excited because today was the day her man, Jeezy, was returning home from a weekend trip out of town. Just the thought of her man coming home brought a smile to Paige's face. The two had been together for six years and were madly in love with each other. Paige threw on a pair of her black Good2go leggings and a wife beater as she headed downstairs. Two years prior, Jeezy had surprised her with a new 3,996 square foot house. When Paige made her way downstairs, she saw that the kitchen table was covered with money. "Shit!" she cursed. How could she forget that Jeezy had asked her to count and rubber band up the money for him before he came back? Paige quickly sat down at the table and began counting the loose bills making 5k stacks.

  Paige was a professional actor and loved what she did for a living, but whenever Jeezy needed her to do anything for him, she would always hold him down. Jeezy had made sure Paige was well taken care of since she was the one who gave him the money to start his empire. It was the money she had made from her first acting gig that helped Jeezy become the man he was today. Paige sat at the table placing rubber bands on the money when the front door busted open. BOOM!

  "F.B.I" A man yelled with his gun aimed at Paige's head. She stood in shock as she watched what looked like one hundred special agents bum rush her home, with each man wearing riot gear.

  "Down on the floor!" Another agent yelled. Before Paige even got a chance to comply another agent viciously, clothes lined her out of her seat and on to the floor where they hand cuffed her.

  "What the fuck are y'all doing?" Paige yelled from the floor as she watched the federal agents ransack her home looking for any kind of contraband. Paige knew Jeezy never kept any product in their home, so she wasn't worried about them finding anything. What she was worried about was all of the tax free money that rested on the kitchen table.

  "I want to see the warrant!" Paige yelled. She knew how dirty the police could be at times. She wanted to make sure they had the right to be all up in her house searching through her personal belongings.

  "Bitch you don't speak unless you're spoken to!" A white man wearing a suit growled. The white man's name was Andy Smith and he was the lead F.B.I. agent on the case. He and Jeezy had history. Andy had pinned three cases on Jeezy, but somehow he and his big shot lawyer always seemed to beat all the charges every time; however, this time was going to be different. Andy walked upstairs and ten minutes later, he returned carrying a Ziploc bag full of cocaine.

  "What have we here?" Andy smiled as he stood in front of Paige dangling the Ziploc bag in her face.

  "That shit ain't mine and you know it!" Paige spat.

  "Well I found it here in your home," Andy said sarcastically. "Now listen to me and you listen to me carefully you little bitch," he said, letting the words slide off his tongue. "I know these drugs belong to your little petty hustling boyfriend Jeezy," he told her. "All you have to do is testify that the drugs are his and you are free to go."

  "Fuck you!" Paige said looking at Andy as if he was insane. Andy shook his head. "So you're willing to give up everything for this scum bag?" he asked. "What about your acting career? I saw those three movies you were in and I know the next movie roll you get is going to be paying in the millions. Are you really willing to give all that up for a lowlife, hoodlum that wouldn't do the same for you?"

  Tears slid down Paige's face as she opened her mouth to speak. "I need to speak to my lawyer."

  "You dumb cunt!" Andy growled as he turned and punched Paige in the stomach. He watched as she dropped down to her knees and began coughing. "Get this trash out of my site," he said with a wave of his hand. Paige cried as she heard the other agents destroy her house while they escorted her outside. Paige walked out of the house with her head down as she passed by all the other agents and news crews that had arrived on the scene hoping to get a juicy story. All that was going through Paige's mind was where the hell was Jeezy?

  ***

  Jeezy pulled up a block away from his crib in his 600 Benz and looked on in shock. He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. He saw flashing lights everywhere asF.B.I. agents walked on his property as if it was theirs. As Jeezy sat back, watching, he wondered what theF.B.I. was doing at his house. Ever since his last case, he'd started hustling out of town in an attempt to keep stuck up kids and cops away from his home. He watched as two agents brought Paige out of the house in handcuffs. She had a scared looked on her face as the agents roughly shoved her in the back seat of one of their squad cars.

  Jeezy quickly threw his Benz in reverse and backed up to the next street. He didn’t know what was going on, but one thing he knew was that Paige was going to need a lawyer.

  On the way to his lawyer’s office, a million thoughts ran through his mind. The first thing Jeezy thought about was if someone snitched on him and if so, who? Why else would the Feds just run up in his crib?

  Jeezy stormed into his lawyer’s office and helped himself to a seat. "The fucking Feds just kicked my door down and arrested my fiancé," he huffed.

  "Slow down," Mr. Goldberg said as he leaned back in his expensive looking chair. "Now start from the beginning."

  "I pulled up to my crib and saw the Feds everywhere," Jeezy said in a fast tone. "They took my girl. I need you to represent her and find out what the charges are."

  "I got you," Mr. Goldberg said. "But more than likely they were there for you so what I need you to do is to lay low until I find out exactly what's going on."

  "When will you have some answers for me?"

  "No later than tomorrow morning," Mr. Goldberg assured him. "I'll get on it right now."

  "I appreciate it," Jeezy said as he stood and shook his lawyer’s hand. He then made his exit.

  Jeezy pulled up in front of the London Hotel and let the valet attendant park his Benz. After everything that had gone down at his home, there w
as no way Jeezy could go back there tonight. Instead, he settled for the nice five star hotel downtown. When Jeezy stepped in his room, he quickly checked the entire room making sure that he was alone. This was a habit that he had picked up from dealing in the underworld. Once the coast was clear, he removed his 40 caliber from his waist, tossed it on the bed, and headed straight for the shower. In the shower, Jeezy aimed the shower head directly on his face as he thought about the seriousness that Paige could be facing ahead because of him. There was no way Jeezy could let his fiancé do jail time because of his dealings in the streets. He promised himself that he would never go back to jail, but now he was in a difficult situation. If Paige went to jail, she would lose everything that she had worked so hard for. All the acting classes and the endless nights of her being up all night, memorizing her lines would all be for nothing. Being a man, Jeezy couldn't let Paige go out like that. So while in the shower Jeezy mentally prepared himself to take the charge and do the time so that Paige would be free.

  Jeezy hopped out the shower and turned the TV to SportsCenter as he lay wildly across the bed, until he fell sound asleep.

  Ride or Die

  The next day, Jeezy leaned on the hood of his Benz in front of the courthouse. Paige's bail was $20,000. The price hurt Jeezy's pockets but he had to get his woman out of jail. Twenty minutes later, Paige exited the courthouse with Mr. Goldberg by her side. As soon as she spotted Jeezy, she smiled. Everyone called him Jeezy because he favored the famous rapper Young Jeezy.

  "Hey baby," Paige sang, as she slid in her man's arms. "It feels so fucking good to be up out of that piece of shit!"

  Jeezy smiled as he gently stroked Paige's hair. "You ain't got to worry about ever going back up in there ever again."

  "There’s no way I'm going to be able to beat this case baby and you know it,” Paige said. "Even Mr. Goldberg said it would be best to take a deal."

  "Fuck a deal,” Jeezy said. "I'm not just gonna sit back and let my woman go to jail. I'll take the charge baby. It was me they were looking for anyway."

  "Not so fast,” Mr. Goldberg cut in. He knew Jeezy was trying to get his girl off the hook, but to him, getting her off the hook didn’t seem like the best move at the time. "You might want to rethink that idea. With your record, they can easily give you fifteen years.” “ You'll probably get out in twelve. Now she on the other hand,” Mr. Goldberg said looking over at Paige, "If you eat this charge the most time you can get is five years tops and you'll be out in three since you have a squeaky clean record. I'm not telling y’all what to do, but y’all might want to go home and talk about this a little more."

  "What home,” Paige chuckled. "They put a freeze on all of our shit until they see what happens with the case. We can't go back there. That house belongs to the Feds now."

  Jeezy stood on the sideline and shook his head. All the hard work that he and Paige had put in over the years was spinning down the drain right in front of his eyes. Everything they had worked for, the Feds were about to take, including their freedom.

  "Come on baby let’s get up outta here,” Jeezy said, holding the passenger side door open for Paige to get in. "I'll give you a call tomorrow," he said as he shook Mr. Goldberg's hand and walked around the Benz. He hopped in the front seat. For the entire ride back to the hotel, Jeezy listened to Paige complain about how nasty and filthy the jail was. The sad thing about it was that she had only been there for one night, so in his mind, Jeezy knew there was no way she would be able to do five years in a place like that. Jail wasn't for certain people and Paige was one of those people. She wasn't cut out to be in jail and Jeezy knew it. When the two made it inside their home, Paige took a quick shower. She hopped out, dried off, and laid across the bed. "What you over there thinking about,” she asked looking over at Jeezy.

  "Thinking about this twelve years, I got in front of me,” Jeezy sighed. Jail was the last place he wanted to be, especially for over a century, but he knew he had to do what he had to do.

  Paige laughed and said, "Baby come sit down over here." She patted a spot on the bed next to her. "If you think I'm letting my man go to jail for twelve years you must be crazy."

  "But baby..."

  Paige raised her hand quickly hushing him. "Three years is better than twelve years anyway you put it. I know you trying to look out for me, but this time I have to look out for you."

  Jeezy wanted to protest, but he knew what she was saying was right. He knew Paige would do the time for him. The problem was that he didn’t want his girl stuck in a place like that for three long years.

  "It won't be too bad." Paige smiled on the outside, but on the inside, she felt like shit. She valued her freedom, but she loved her man and would do anything for him. "I'm a big girl. You just hold it down while I'm in there."

  "You sure you don't want to think about this a little longer before you make this decision," Jeezy asked.

  Paige replied by kissing Jeezy on his lips. She then worked her way downtown until she reached his manhood. Jeezy moaned as Paige took him all the way in her mouth like an expert. Jeezy looked down and watched as Paige sucked the shit out of his dick. She moaned loudly as she sloppily sucked and jerked his dick at the same time until Jeezy forced her to stop. He aggressively flipped her over on her stomach as he entered her from behind. Paige loudly moaned as Jeezy filled her insides. Jeezy fucked Paige as if he was punishing her. He tore her pussy up until he couldn't take it no more and exploded.

  For the rest of the night, Jeezy and Paige sat up getting drunk, discussing their plans for the future, and mapping everything out until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  Lock In

  Jeezy pulled the Benz a block away from the courthouse and cut the engine off. Today was the big day. Paige was looking nervous and scared to death. She didn’t want to go to jail for three years, but she had to do what she had to do.

  "You alright?” Jeezy asked, as the two hopped out of the car and headed towards the front of the courthouse.

  "No, everything is not alright,” Paige said, turning to face Jeezy. "I need you to make me a few promises before I go and do this time for you."

  "What’s up?" Jeezy asked, giving Paige his full attention.

  "Don't speak I just need you to listen,” Paige said as tears rolled down her face. "I'm about to be gone for three years and I know a man is going to be a man. Just please promise me that whatever bitch you start dealing with while I'm gone…"

  "What are you talking about,” Jeezy interrupted with a confused look on his face.

  "Whatever chick or chicks you start dealing with while I'm gone, please let them know their place and you better let them know that your queen will be home in three years. Promise me that you won't get anybody pregnant or fall in love with another woman and forget about me while I'm gone and you better marry me when I get out."

  "Never baby,” Jeezy said pulling Paige in close for a hug. He knew all kind of crazy thoughts were running through her mind right now and the fear of the unexpected awaited her. "It’s me and you against the world. Fuck everybody else. The last thing on my mind is a bitch," he told her. "My focus is on rebuilding the empire and having everything set up by the time you get out and yes we will get married as soon as you get out."

  "I love you so much baby," Paige cried. "I miss you already."

  "I know baby. I know." Jeezy said as the two hugged in front of the court house.

  Paige sighed loudly as she wiped away her tears. "Let's go get this shit over with." The two stepped in the courthouse and were met by Mr. Goldberg.

  Jeezy sat in the back of the courtroom and watched as the judge sentenced his fiancé to three years. Paige looked back at Jeezy as the officers escorted her to the back and mouthed the words, “I love you.” Jeezy watched as Paige disappeared into the back. At that very moment, he felt like his soul had been ripped out of his body.

  "Those three years are going to fly by in no time," Mr. Goldberg said, as he patted Jeezy on the back. "She’
s going to a federal correctional facility. I'm not sure which one yet, but I'll have that info for you by the end of the day."

  "Thanks and I appreciate it,” Jeezy said as he hurried out of the courtroom. Now that Paige was gone, his focus was on getting money. Ever since the raid on his home, the lawyer fees, and Paige's bail money, Jeezy's stash was on E. He hopped in his Benz and headed straight to Montana's house.

  Montana was Jeezy's connect. He was originally from Miami. Montana moved to New York and started his drug business. Montana and Jeezy had been doing business together for the past three years. He was a good guy, but he was about his money and didn't take any shit from anybody. Whenever he sensed a problem, Montana would quickly eliminate it.

  Jeezy pulled up in front of Montana's house and quickly hopped out the car, heading for the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited patiently. Finally, one of Montana's maids answered the door and lead Jeezy over to the oversized sitting room where Montana entertained his guest. As soon as Jeezy stepped foot in the sitting area, the smile on his face quickly turned into a frown. On the couch, he saw a man that went by the name Big Tone. In the past, Big Tone and Jeezy had several altercations with one another. The altercations never got physical, but the two men still didn't care for each other. Big Tone hated the fact that Montana had always fronted Jeezy work and made him pay for his. In Big Tone's mind, Jeezy was in his way and stopping him from growing. Big Tone was a big man he weighed 250 pounds and was as strong as an ox. He sat slouched down on the couch with a smirk on his face. The big man wore way more jewelry then he needed, but showing off was what Big Tone did best.