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  DON’T HATE THE PLAYER HATE THE GAME

  BRANDIE

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter One - THE SESSION

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine - The Session

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-One

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  Chapter Fifty-Four

  Chapter Fifty-Five - The Session

  Chapter Fifty-Six

  Chapter Fifty-Seven

  Chapter Fifty-Eight

  Chapter Fifty-Nine

  Chapter Sixty

  Chapter Sixty-One

  Chapter Sixty-Two

  Chapter Sixty-Three

  Chapter Sixty-Four

  Chapter Sixty-Five

  Chapter Sixty-Six

  Chapter Sixty-Seven

  Chapter Sixty-Eight

  Chapter Sixty-Nine

  Chapter Seventy

  Chapter Seventy-One

  Chapter Seventy-Two

  Chapter Seventy-Three

  Chapter Seventy-Four

  Chapter Seventy-Five

  Chapter Seventy-Six

  Chapter Seventy-Seven

  Chapter Seventy-Eight

  Chapter Seventy-Nine

  Chapter Eighty

  Chapter Eighty-One - The Resting of Luvly Mancini

  Chapter Eighty-Two

  Chapter Eighty-Three

  Chapter Eighty-Four - Beginning of the Ending

  Chapter Eighty-Five

  Chapter Eighty-Six

  Copyright Page

  Acknowledgments

  GOD—you have been my guide through this entire journey called my life. Though it is far from being over, thank you, thank you, thank you! I will stay faithful and loyal to your guidance, Amen.

  Vera—William—William—Vera, you two have released a monster onto the world. Every word spoken, every action taken, I have listened and watched intently for the next lesson. I thank you both for giving me choices to become Brandie and pushing me to become what you wanted me to be. Mommy all your teaching-preaching, our bonding and arguments, your smartness, caring, sharing and love has made me a woman. Daddy I’m still daddy’s little girl, your girl and you are still my genius. I love you Mommy and Daddy—thank you!

  Brandon Rayford, lil brother-bestfriend, thank you for allowing me to be a mother without any children of my own. I love you very much and will always be by your side, ready for any battle. You a grown man now! Go run that roc for Tennesse State and take it to the top in the NFL. William Rayford Jr. (Gookie), Big brother, we’ve been through a lot of living and learning with so much more to go. I love you and I always got your back!

  Carrie Layfield(Grandma)Love you sugar, you’ve held your family down, now it’s our turn to hold you up! Willie D Layfield(Big daddy, rest in peace, your Sweeten). Orenstien Walker (Grand-ma) We miss you very much. My cousins—Rona and LisaLewis ya’ll are the truest, letting me know when my shit stanked and when I was on point-thank you—Robert, Jada, Ronald and Rashun. De-quandre (Pooda)Turner, Debra, Jareka and Chantiss Butler, Keith Turner(Pekey—I love you, Be good! I am and will always be here for you.) Bo Turner and his wife and family. Kirra and Tyler Riley you are always in my heart and on my mind. Mary, Regina, Pete and Robbie Layfield. Willie (Poke), Tanya, Brianna, Lil Rod, Roderick, Marqeta, Linda Layfield. Kenny, Sherman, Derrick, Monica, Diamond, Jeremy, and Joshua Burkes. My uncles—Tommy, Charles, Willie, and WC(may you rest in peace-I know you would be proud of me). My au-ties, Babygirl(Jerelen Lewis) Thank you for all your support. Annie Burkes. Mary Layfield—Even though I was unable to meet you here on earth, I always feel your sprit around me—I heard I took on your attitude-fashion sense and writing abilities? Sister (Shirley Turner), I miss you so much. I wish you were here for more reasons than one, I think about you endlessly. I know that you would be the first one to congratulate me and help me celebrate—love you so much!

  Dj Mims—you’ve hung in there with me for 6 long, hard, trying, unbelievable years. I appreciate all the shoulders you gave me to cry on, the long nights you sat by my side to make sure I was alright, the worrying you did when I was down, and all the jokes that made me laugh and all your love and support. Thanks for sticking by my side even when I was nasty and mean. Your time is coming. I love you! Thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Mims, Jovan, James, Nene and Carlton Hubbard. James Mims you are truly missed here on earth, but a little person told us that you visit on a regular.

  Girlfriendsssss! Emily Davis Fowler—Brittany-Caleb, Akaila and Perrell Fowler. Emily you have been a life saver ten times over. From our first meeting in the 5th grade until now us being 2—- hahaha, I’ve loved you, thank you for being my friend-staying up late nights reading and correcting my mess. I will buy you that red dress for the awards show! Kanika Mosely—Lexy and the Mosely family. Girl you have been a solider by my side in all my battles. You are a true friend and therapist. Thanks for all the advice and laughs we’ve had till 6:00 in the morning. And don’t worry about Lexy, we will keep her humble. I love you very much—thank you. LaTanya Fraizer-Hayvn lil cutie, girllllll-llll what haven’t we done. We should be old and gray by now! We’ve had a lot of fun, a lot of scary times, a bunch of tears, but all in all we came out of youth ok. If I wrote about our child hood it would take at least 5 books just to tell the beginning. You will be a great mother to Hayvn, and I will handle being the auntie that let’s her get away with murder! Tracie Lias—Cameron, It’s crazy how we met, but we’ve been together ever since. You’re crazier than I am so that makes you a perfect friend. Love you. Edith Weston—Corye and Ty thank you for all your support and friendship since we were in the 5th grade. We’ve been through a lot and come through it all. I really do appreciate your friendship and I will always be here for you. Shonda Brock—Josuha, I love you so much, we’ve some how grown apart in the last few years, but soon we will be able to bond again. But I live through all of our memorys—17yrs worth.

  Urban Family—Carl Webber, Roy Glen, and the rest of the Drama Clique, thank you for the opportunity for the world to know my talent. This has been ha
rd as hell! But worth every effort put forth. Thanks. Marcus-Nubian Bookstore, thanks for all of your support through the many years of waiting. You’re the best. Thanks for the hook-up to my success.

  To my fans-readers, this book was like a bad nightmare turned fairytale ending. I hope that you enjoy it, it only gets better. GOD 1st

  Brandie

  Chapter One

  THE SESSION

  “FUCK me, Daddy! Mmmmm . . . yeah—just like that,” she moaned as she licked her full red lips. “YEAH!! HIT IT! Sssss . . . deeper . . . harder. Yeah, like that.” Her rotund brown ass bounced up and down as she moved her wide hips round and round on the hungry dick.

  “Dat’s it, girl.” He smacked her ass and watched it jiggle as he continued to poke her big backside even harder. “Work this got damn dick!”

  “It’s yoursssssss, ooh, Daddy! Anything . . . you want...

  “Get on yo’ knees, bitch, and take me in yo’ mouth.”

  The young, sable beauty did as she was told. Her full red lips, took a mouth full, almost choking on the large penis.

  “Like this, Daddy?” She pecked and licked carefully, scared to jab too much in her mouth at one time.

  He pushed her head down and forced his dick down her throat, making her choke. “Daddy . . .” She tried to pull away from the clog in her throat. “I can’t breathe. I can’t—”

  “Ain’t no can’t in my world,” he said in a harsh tone, while pushing his dick deeper in her throat. “And if you throw up, bitch, I’ma stump yo’ ass out.”

  Her big eyes swelled with tears as she tried to hold his swollen dick in her throat, and at the same time, not throw up.

  After he tortured the young cutie for a few minutes longer, he pushed her back on her knees and rammed his enormous penis into her doggie style.

  “Ahhhh, Daddy . . . ooh!” she yelled out in pain, not pleasure. The look on her face and the way she kept scooting away told the story.

  He slammed her backside continuously, making her ass cheeks jiggle uncontrollably to his hard rhythm.

  * * *

  “Mannn, that broad is fine as hell,” young Chocolate commented as he sucked back the spit on his bottom lip.

  “I feel ya, Chocolate.” Money nodded in agreement, not able to take his eyes off the 32-inch TV screen.

  “I jus’ wan’ a girl wit’ a big ol’ ass and some big titties.” Taeko slurped up the drool from the corner of his mouth and outlined an imaginary figure of a big-booty girl.

  Chocolate and Money looked at each other, then back at Taeko. Tormenting him was Chocolate’s duty. “Nigga, you betta wish fo’ a girl, period. Then, if you get that far, you betta hope she come wit’ teeth and hair.” They all laughed and continued to focus on the TV.

  “Mmmmm . . . yeah, Daddy, fuck dis pussy. Sssss . . . Mmmmm. Make this pussy cum, Daddy!”

  Chocolate focused his eyes on the natural, long-haired, sweet-lookin’ sista on the TV. At the tender age of thirteen, Chocolate was mesmerized by her long, thick legs. And her caramel complexion had him on edge. “I jus’ don’t understand why a woman so beautiful would get caught up wit’ Taeko’s greasy, jherri-curl-head uncle.”

  Before Taeko could defend his uncle, Money offered his lame excuse. “Nigga, dat’s called the power of the tongue.”

  “I see dat,” Chocolate acknowledged, watching the man circle his tongue on the woman’s clit, “but—”

  “Naw,” Money interrupted, trying to sound like a professional in the field of women. “It’s all about game! Taeko’s uncle pull hoes left and right, cuz. He a pimp—a real pimp. Make dem hoes fuck him and sell they ass for cash. He smooth, know how to talk to ’em. And dat’s jus’ how I’ma be in a about four years when my grandparents set me straight wit’ all dat dough.”

  “Yeah,” Taeko said as he jumped up to grab a bag of Doritos and stuffed a handful of chips in his mouth. “My uncle be havin’ women, all shapes, sizes, and colors. I wouldn’t have stole the tape if I didn’t think she was bad.” Taeko flashed a big smile across his greasy lips.

  “If all you wanna get is hoes, then you right. Another year or so is all it’s gon’ take. I want the real deal though—a beautiful sista that respects herself, and will use my brand new dick like it means mo’ to her than it does to me. So it can take a lifetime if it has to, fah me.”

  Money sucked his teeth. “Man, you gots to stop hangin’ ’round yo’ mama.”

  “Hangin’ around a woman is the best way to know one,” Chocolate pointed out and snatched the almost empty bag of Doritos from Taeko. “I mean they all look different, but they just want you to pay attention to ’em. Their basic happiness is a good man.”

  “Yeah, one wit’ some good pipe.” Taeko let go a goofy laugh and grabbed his crotch.

  “Taeko, you gotta lot to learn.”

  Chocolate

  Them niggas took pussy, women, and life for granted. I loved ’em like my brothers, but they had a lot to learn. I’m sorry they didn’t get a chance to meet my uncle Bee. He was my mother’s brother—the coolest cat ever. He was the one that schooled me about women and the adventures of “the panty hunts.”

  Bee used to show me nudy magazines and porno tapes. He even let me hide in the closet to see him and some of his “freaks” as he called them, do their thang. But, he also let me see his dick when it got a big raw sore on it. And that’s when he told me that he wished he had stuck to being with just Nia, the love of his life. He said she was sweet, took care of him, cooked for him, would wipe his ass if he was sick, and that she had the best piece a pussy in the world. Said he wanted to bottle it up and put it on the shelf to make millions.

  Bee said that if he could do it all over again, she would have been his first and only one. She was the gold package. He said that all men longed to have that one special girl with all the right qualities, and that she would be worth the wait. I took that to heart, and knew that if uncle Bee said it, then that’s what it was.

  A year after Bee finally got Nia to marry him, he got real sick and died of AIDS. That’s why I told them niggas, pussy ain’t worth dying for.

  But I’m gon’ make sure that all three of us—me, Money and Taeko—gon’ leave our mark in this world, being superstars, staying best friends, and defying all the odds until the day we die.

  Money

  That pretty nigga, Chocolate, always tried to preach to somebody. If he wasn’t my boy, I’d swear he was gon’ be gay. Always talkin’ that love shit. Fuck dem hoes! Man, I was born to ball till I fall. The pros already talked to my coaches and I was only fourteen years old. Tae gon’ be right wit’ me playing pro basketball. He better be, ’cause he ain’t the smartest person in the world. And Chocolate gon’ be our lawyer, taking care of all our loot.

  I will use my money for the good of others—buy houses for poor families, help people off drugs, and build community centers for kids to have a place to be all they can be. All of us gon’ be great, make a difference in this world. Grow up and be pros, fathers, and best friends to the day we die.

  Taeko

  My boyz think I’m slow, don’t know what’s going on around me, but I pay attention to what I need to know. I know I’m gon’ leave dem niggas in the dust when I go straight to the pros and skip college. Pro teams are already trying to set me straight. Just ’cause I can’t identify my own daddy don’t mean I can’t be a man in my own right. My mama and the streets raised me well. While Money gon’ be ranked number one in football and Chocolate is gon’ be one of the tightest lawyers ever, I am gon’ be the greatest basketball player to ever touch the ROC, ranking right up there, neck and neck, with Jordan. No matter how hard my boyz is on me, we gon’ ball till the day we die.

  Chapter Two

  Chocolate

  “. . . And today is the beginning of your life as adults. Always be responsible for what you say, and always think before you react. Congratulations to Benjamin E. Banneker High, class of ’94. Let’s give a big hand to Taeko Devoe for being drafted to the
Atlanta Hawks. That is a very big responsibility straight out of high school. And to Money Loane . . . congratulations on the signing to Florida State University. Make us proud you men. I am very proud of each and every one of you!” Mr. Wilkerson, the principal of our school, raised his hand and motioned us to stand. In response, we threw our hats into in the air, yelling and screaming, happy to be considered grown-ups.

  Afterwards, in the front schoolyard, which was filled with happy families and graduates milling about, my mother gathered our little group together for a picture. “Stand still, Chocolate. Money and Taeko, both of you need to move in closer. Joi, get your butt over here in this picture.” Joi has been Taeko’s girlfriend since ninth grade, and now, she was his baby’s mama of two years, with one due any day.

  “Ma, come on now. We got parties to go to . . . and dis suit is hot.” I threw my hands up in an exaggerated protest. Inside, though, I was really proud.

  My mother smiled, tears rolling down her face. “This is the least you guys can give me—a picture of all my boys in their graduation cap and gowns. After all, I’ve been waffle house, tutor, chauffeur, nurse, ATM, babysitter and mother.” She pouted for a second then realized she could get what she wanted if she put some bass in her voice. “Y’all better get it together and smile ’til I tell you to stop. Now come on.”

  “Vegas, come on over here and get in dis picture, boy. You gon’ be wearin’ this hat next year,” I yelled to my youngest homeboy.

  Our mothers were best friends; they grew up in Columbus, Georgia, and moved to Atlanta at the same time. His aunt lived next door to me, so he was always around like family.

  Vegas was a true solider. He kept it gangsta in the streets and was as smart as hell in school. He went to Tri-Cities High School, our rival. But I’d known him since I can remember. He was a year younger than me, but wise beyond his years. We tried to keep him focused, keep his little head off the girls, and the big head on the books. He was going to become the doctor of the group—nothing but a 4.0 since the first day of school. I told him that the star birthmark on his left cheek drove chic’s crazy, but the true meaning of it was that he was destined to be great.