Philadelphia by Treasure Hernandez Read Free Book Online

from the crowd. Some guys were winning and wanted him to keep throwing, and others were just trying to kiss his ass and wanted to make him feel good. This was the life of Phareed—partying, making money, and traveling with an entourage who would do anything for him. He owned the Philadelphia streets, and if anyone challenged that, they were never heard from again.
    Phareed had inherited his empire from the notorious Philly gangster Kareem Fahmy, who had built his empire from nothing. Phareed had started as a lowly corner boy for Kareem but quickly worked his way up to his most trusted lieutenant. Kareem treated Phareed like his son, and when he was ready he handed Phareed the keys to his empire. Kareem took off for the good life on a Caribbean island. He was still counseling Phareed, and Phareed had to pass all decisions by Kareem, but Kareem’s plan was to lay low and have Phareed be the figurehead of the network. Kareem knew that everyone was always gunning for the top guy, so if he made it look like Phareed was the top dog he would be safe.
    With Phareed as the head, the network expanded its distribution and diversified their operation. They now controlled the drug trade in Philly, they had the pimp game on lock, he supplied most illegal guns, and now, with the opening of the Honey Trap, they were opening legit businesses for money laundering. Phareed had big plans for his empire.
    Phareed puffed on his blunt as he walked through the crowd, searching for a nice little ho to grind up on. All the girls were doing everything they could to catch his eye. Phareed looked, but not of them was doing it for him. He had already fucked most of these broads, and the ones he hadn’t were busted. They were the ones he had on payroll for the freaks who came to his club and liked their hoes a little deformed—super fat, anorexic, or possibly pregnant. Phareed liked his women tight and thick.
    Not really seeing anything that made his dick twitch, Phareed went out to the main room of the club in search of a thick-ass ho who he’d had fun with in the past. That room was just as packed as the back room. Phareed liked what he saw. All these heads up in the club meant one thing: more money.
    â€œIsis.” Phareed stood at the edge of the stage.
    The dancer was bent over in a dude’s face, taking his money and making his mouth water. She was locked in on this sucker and didn’t hear Phareed over the loud music.
    â€œIsis!” Phareed yelled louder.
    This time she heard him.
    â€œHey, daddy.” She smiled as she slinked her way to him. She bent down from the stage and gave Phareed a kiss on his cheek, then licked his earlobe.
    â€œYou done dancing for tonight.” He pulled out $1,000 from his pocket and handed it to Isis. “You with me for the rest of the night.”
    He helped her off the stage and took her to the party going on in the back room. Isis grabbed herself a glass of Moët and sat on one of the couches. On the glass banquet table in front of her was a pile of cocaine. She placed her champagne down, rolled up one of the bills that Phareed had given her, and snorted a big fat line of coke. She rose from her leaned position, and her eyes were big as saucers.
    Phareed laughed when he saw the look in her eyes. This bitch just got high as shit, he thought. She ready to party.
    â€œCome here,” he said, standing on the opposite side of the banquet table.
    She leaned forward, did another quick hit of coke, and purred, “Let’s party, motherfucker,” as she came up from the coke, wiping her nose.
    Phareed had this bitch grinding up on him in the middle of the dance floor. The coke and weed had them both feeling nice, and the bass bumping from the speakers had them in a smooth grinding rhythm. His hands roamed her curvaceous body. She had him so ready to fuck that his dick was bulging through his jeans. Isis was ready to get down too when she felt the monster hiding in his