Dripping with Honey Chapter 2: Dripping with Honey, a Fairy Tales + Drama! series Crossover fanfic

Its 7AM and I was ready to get the day started. The only thing that was on my mind was making this money. Last night was a good night and time with Dia was always well spent. What we were doing was wrong, but the situation was what is. I hated the fact that Dia couldn't stand up to her brother and tell him about us. One thing I did know was that I'm a grown ass man and if she didn't tell Niko about us, we wouldn't continue this relationship.

After getting out the shower I got dressed. My outfit was a navy Armani tee, Fear of God jeans, and all black Yeezy's. Lastly I out on a diamond gold chain and watch. I headed out the door walking to my Aston Martin, parked in the condo parking lot. Being in the drug game I learned to lay low. I never draw necessary attention to myself.

No one would ever catch me slipping. I laid low; I stacked my paper, and minded my business. I didn't have a circle of friends, or any close family members. The only family I did have was my brother Niko and my girl Dia. From the outside looking in, I just looked like an African American male who did something for himself. I owned a car wash and I lived in upscale condo in Queens. Niko and me had been pushing drugs through our legitimate businesses for a minute now. We lived by the street code, live by the gun, you die by the gun.

I had come a long way from being that little nigga who had nothing to that nigga who had everything. I could remember coming home starving from school and not having any food in the house. Once upon a time there was never a happy home. I lived in some bum ass projects in South Jamaica Queens with my drug addict mother Piper and my drug dealing father Ziar. My father was that nigga. He had made money and mad bitches. He also had my beautiful mother by his side.

Whenever his would take a line he would make my mother take one with him. He was the reason my mother got hooked on drugs in the first place. He also used to beat my mother's ass. My mother was so hooked on drugs and so far gone, she couldn't even function. Drugs became her life. I guess when my pops was done with my mother he moved on. He up and left her for another woman. When my mother found out that she was pregnant, she decided to clean herself up and keep me.

It wasn't until nine years later my pops came back into her life and everything went all the way left. It was the same reoccurring pattern. My father would come back, ease his way in, hook my mom on drugs and beat her ass. I could remember crying in my closet one night because of how bad my father beat my mom ass one night. At that point my mom was just out of control. She was a full blown junkie and there was no coming back from that. Of course my father left again, and this time he wasn't coming back. My mother was too far gone, and he had another woman anyways. That nigga always had women. My mother spiraled of control. She took a hit every chance she got.

Everyone in the neighborhood knew my mother as the crack head who would do anything for a hit. I used to get teased and bullied because of my mother was hooked on drugs. No matter the circumstance my mother was willing to do whatever to be high. There wasn't a day that went by when my mother wasn't using. The crazy part about my mother being hooked on drugs was that she didn't even look like it.

I used to starve coming home from school. My mother got $300 in food stamps and there was never any food in the damn house. She would cash in the food stamps to feed her addiction. I could remember one day I came home so damn hungry, I looked in our empty fridge and lost it. I was so mad I kicked the hell out the fridge. I looked over at my mother who was passing out on the couch as usual. I left out the house to go do what I always did. I went to go steal something to eat from the supermarket across the street.

I went across the street to the neighborhood supermarket. The owner was an older Black male named Earl. Earl kept a low staff and it was always easy to get in and out with anything I wanted. That early July wasn't my lucky day. All I wanted was a box of blueberry Eggo waffles. I walked out the store when Earl grabbed me by my collar. I went crazy and I fought that old nigga for my life. All I remember was that I kept punching him and someone pulled me off of him. A Chinese female stood between us. I remember her because she lived in the same building as us.

Earl was screaming out of breath talking about how he was going to call the cops. The woman begged him not to and lied and said that I was her son. Earl looked back and forth between us. He let me go with a warning because he knew the lady. Long story short I was never allowed back in that store ever again.

I left the supermarket with this lady I didn't even know who just covered for me. We walked back to our building. I started walking up stairs to my floor when she spoke to me. She asked me if I was hungry and I told her yea. She told me that her name was Nona and she was making dinner so if I wanted to come get s plate that I could.

I didn't argue with her. Here was this beautiful Asian woman inviting me to dinner, I wasn't going to turn her down. I helped her carry her bags to her apartment. It looked like an actual home compared to where I lived. I put the groceries in the kitchen and she told me to have a seat in the living room. That's when I saw her.

Dia sat on the couch curled him with a huge Harry Potter book in her hands reading. Her long curly hair was out and she was the skinniest little thing ever. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, and I guess Nona saw also because she came right over to me. She introduced us and called her son Niko out of his room. I knew Niko from seeing him around the basketball court here and there.

That day I gained a family. From that day on me was Miss. Nona's apartment eating dinner. She even packed me containers of food to make sure I had food to eat at home, even though I was always at her house sleeping over every night in Niko's room. The day my mother over dosed I was angry as hell. I felt like my father robbed me of my mother. The super moved all of our stuff out on the side walk and a new family was moved in there a week later.

I remember picking up all of my things from off the street and Ms. Nona came to me. She helped me bring all of my things in her apartment and told me I can live with her. No one came looking for me. Not family, not even the state. My mother's family disowned us because she chose my father and drugs over family. As far as the state went, I was just considered another runaway.

Now years later I was a successful business man, who owned a car wash. Yet my main money came from smuggling drugs through my business. I had a business partner who was of course Niko. We were in the drug game for a minute now. I had my life, my business, and a good woman by my side. I had a lot of love for my Baby Girl and she was definitely the love of my life.

I lead a life that was headed nowhere fast, but still I enjoyed the lifestyle that it provided. It's been twelve years a since my mother had died, and the truth was that I didn't miss her. All she left me was bad memories and the name of a dead beat nigga. My name was Ziar Joseph Roberts, but I went by Zay. Most niggas envied, and feared me, but most off all respected me.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked to my bedroom. I had a long hard day ahead of at the car wash. Dia was in the kitchen making breakfast for us. I loved having her here with me, and it made me feel complete. Not only was she good to me, but she was good in the bedroom, and in the kitchen. Dia definitely knew how to keep me satisfied.

I grabbed some coco butter and rubbed it all over my body. When I was done I went in my closet and got a pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs and some socks. Leaving my bedroom I made my way to the kitchen. I crept behind Dia and hugged her from behind while she cooked. She looked sexy as hell in her tank top, and panties that showed both of them ass cheeks that I loved.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed the side of her neck. Dia turned to face me. She looked up at me with her beautiful face and smiled at me with that smile that I always loved. From the moment I laid eyes on Dia I knew that I wanted her. I also knew that she was for me.

It wasn't until Dia turned sixteen things started between us. One day after school I came over to play Black Ops with Niko but his ass wasn't even home. Dia invited me in anyways. I knew I should have been there because my boy wasn't there, but I went inside anyways.

It was 7AM and I was ready to get the day started. The only thing that was on my mind was this money. Last night was a good night and I always enjoyed spending time with Dia. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but the situation was what is. I hated the fact that Dia couldn't stand up to her brother and tell him about us. One thing I did know what that I was a grown ass man and if she didn't tell Niko about us, we wouldn't continue this relationship.

After getting out the shower I went to get dressed. I put on a navy Armani tee, Fear of God jeans, and my all black Yeezy's. Lastly I put on my diamond gold chain and watch and headed out the door. I walked to my Aston Martin that was parked in the condo parking lot. One thing I learned from being in the drug game was to lay low. I never draw necessary attention to myself.

Yea I made mad bread pushing drugs and owning my own legit business, but there was always that thought in the back of my mind. The drug game always ended up in two ways. You either ended up dead or in jail. I was determined to end until in neither. I didn't own luxurious items besides my car or the condo I lived in. No one would ever catch me slipping. I laid low; I stacked my paper, and minded my business. I didn't have a circle of friends, or any close family members.

The only family I did have was my brother Niko and my girl Dia. From the outside looking in, I just looked like an African American male who did something for himself. I owned a car wash and I lived in upscale condo in Queens. I and Niko had been pushing drugs through our legitimate businesses for a minute now. We lived by the street code, live by the gun, you die by the gun.

I had come a long way from being that little nigga who had nothing to that nigga who had everything. I could remember coming home starving from school and not having any food in the house. Once upon a time there was never a happy home. I lived in some bum ass projects in South Jamaica Queens with my drug addict this mother Piper and my drug dealing father Ziar. My father was that nigga. He had made money and mad bitches. He also had my beautiful mother by his side.

Whenever his would take a line he would make my mother take some with him. He was the reason my mother got hooked on drugs in the first place. He also used to beat my mother's ass. My mother was so hooked on drugs and so far gone, she couldn't even function. Drugs became her life. I guess when my pops was done with my mother he moved on. He up and left her for another woman. When my mother found out that she was pregnant, she decided to clean herself up and keep me.

Of course my father left again, and this time he wasn't coming back. My mother was too far gone, and he had another woman anyways. That nigga always had women. My mother spiraled of control. She took a hit every chance she got.

Everyone in the neighborhood knew my mother as the crack head who would do anything for a hit. I used to get teased and bullied because of my mother being hooked on drugs. No matter the circumstance my mother was willing to do whatever to be high. There wasn't a day that went by when my mother wasn't using. The crazy part about my mother being hooked on drugs was that she didn't even look like it.

I went across the street to the neighborhood supermarket. The owner was an older Black male named Earl. Early kept a low staff and it was always easy to get in and out with anything I wanted. That early July wasn't my lucky day. All I wanted was a box of blueberry Eggo waffles. I walked out the store when Earl grabbed me by my collar. I went crazy and I caught that old nigga for my life. All I remember was that I kept punching him and someone pulled me off of him. A Chinese female stood between us. I remember her because she lived in the same building as us.

That day was a day I knew I'd never forget. Dia had been the only female that I had let get close to me. She was also the only woman I'd ever been in love with. Dia was my weakness, none the less. Turning Dia around so that she was facing me, I started in in the intensely in the eyes. I pulled her even closer.

"I love you" I said to her.

"I love you too babe", she smiled back at me.

I kissed her lips, than her forehead. Lastly I smacked her juicy ass and let her finished cooking.