Becoming Tara

by Tammy Fournier

Genres: General Fiction; African American; African American Urban

Synopsis

With a professional booster for a mother and a pimp for a father, crime was the family business, and Tara held a degree in "Hustling 101." Her street smarts and her love affair with Julio, however, weren't enough to keep her out of prison, and now that she's inside the institution, each day is a new adventure for Tara. She hits the gate kicking her credentials and calling in favors, and before long, she's back in charge and running things. But what Tara doesn't know is that she isn't really in charge like she thinks, because someone else has other plans for her. Julio, a seasoned Dominican kingpin, is behind bars too, but he definitely isn't new to the joint. He's doing Federal time, and he thinks it's going to be a cakewalk, but this time around, he's forced to gain respect the hard way from a whole new breed of petty thieves and wannabe gangsters. He will have to knock a few young boys out first and then just take over . . . or can he? What happens to love that has been tested by time and space, hurt and tears? Can it find its way back? Julio and Tara's lives, along with the people they love the most, will be changed forever by prison. Will it be for the better or worse?

Release date: September 1, 2010

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 256

Sample

Months passed and the young couple lived out their fairy-tale dream life together. It was as if the streets understood a gangster needed some downtime. The pair was naturally comfortable with each other. From the day they met they were inseparable. Julio could not get enough of his beloved Tara. Wherever he was, at any given moment, his bride was always with him. Their love was all-consuming. They craved each other constantly. For the first few months of their marriage, things had been falling into place swell. Julio’s strategic, five-year plan for retiring from the game was falling into place rapidly. He arrived in Columbus focused, with one goal in mind: stacking paper. The all-American Midwestern city was ideal. It was a college town bursting with potential. The college kids kept a motherfucker with a steady flow of customers. The liberal, hopeful, bright-eyed young people stayed high and Julio stayed paid.

The Ohio State University was located in the heart of town. It was surrounded by some of the richest communities in the country. An added bonus was the fact that the state’s capitol was within walking distance of the university. Columbus, Ohio, was just a friendly, happy place to kick back and enjoy the scenery.

High Street stretched from one end of the city to the other. Julio enjoyed cruising down the busy street enjoying the sights and sounds of the day. Watching people go about their daily lives with purpose calmed him. He always paid close attention to the white women, especially the ones who seemed to be carefree, walking about their daily lives, not a worry in the world. Sometimes he’d watch as they joined some lucky bastard for some personal appointment or meeting. He always studied their faces. He could always read a person’s face, even as a child. The truth was in the eyes; they never lied to you. All he ever needed in order to stay one step ahead of the next niggah was to read what his eyes were saying—or, better yet, not saying.

Fall was settling in across the city. The kids were back in school. The Ohio State Buckeyes were 10–0 and they had just beaten Michigan in a decisive, impressive win that afternoon in the college stadium known as the Shoe. The rivalry game was important to everyone in town. True Buckeye fans anticipated a win every year, and it was rare that they were disappointed. They expected to win every time the team took the field. People in Columbus loved their team.When Ohio State won, the entire city partied until the wheels fell off. The Buckeyes were headed to the national championship and the whole town was going crazy. Niggahs was getting high and celebrating in every neighborhood.

Everybody in Columbus was in a good mood. Through the open windows on his ride, Julio could hear people yelling “O-H-I-O” to each other in passing. The unofficial Buckeye greeting was known to all. It could get a conversation going in a New York minute. The hard-ass gangster loved that shit. The first week he arrived in Columbus, a red-haired cute-ass white girl yelled that shit at him and he almost pissed his pants.

The cutie damn near kissed his ass right in the middle of a small Iranian corner store in the Short North. She’d been watching the last five minutes of a nail-biter.The Buckeyes’ star running back had just ran a kick-off return all the way back for over a hundred yards to win the game. The stadium and the whole city erupted at the same time. It was a typical Saturday afternoon in the fall in Columbus.

“Life is good,” Julio said to himself, smiling, and looked over at his lovely wife. Tara sat lazily in her cushioned leather seat, her head bounced in time to the beat of the music playing on the car stereo. The sun shined through the window and its rays lit up her face. She looked like a goddess sitting there beside him as she put her favorite sticky lip gloss on her full lips.

“What you looking at, sexy? You don’t want none of this,” Tara purred, licking her lips as she closed the visor over the dashboard.

Julio reached over and slid his hand between her thick thighs. He felt her hips rise to meet his touch. He loved that shit. His baby was always ready. She knew how to please him. A confident woman was a turn-on for a gangster. He was used to being in charge, making all the decisions, but he enjoyed kicking back and letting Tara call the shots sometimes.

“Hey, why are you turning this way?” Tara questioned, watching Julio pull the car off of the main street. She wanted to go downtown to pick up some stockings at the mall then run over to German Village and stop at the Thurman Café to grab something to eat. She already knew what she wanted and she was anxious to get a hot fish sandwich in front of herself.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to get you to your fish sandwich soon. I have to run by Candy’s house and drop her some ends for Francisca. It won’t take long. After that you can run the show, all right?” Julio waited for her answer out of respect for her thoughts—not because he would be swayed by her reaction.

“That’s fine, baby, just hurry up, please. I’m really hungry and you know niggahs going to be acting crazy in the hood and shit. I bet the traffic is slow as hell down Main Street,” Tara warned, sitting back in her seat to prepare for the drama. It was the weekend and an OSU football game day too. People had been drinking before, during, and after the game. Boys in the hood loved their Buckeyes. It would be thick in the streets.

Just as Tara expected, the hood was alive with activity. Black folks celebrated their team’s victory with the rest of the city. Groups of people were hanging outside of storefronts just to hang out and enjoy the fellowship. The OSU game was topic of most conversations. Average people from all over town sounded like commentators as they recalled the plays.

Each time their car stopped at a traffic light Tara could hear bits and pieces of the lively conversations. By the time they reached Main and Wilson, traffic had come to a complete stop. Cars were bumper to bumper up and down the street on both sides.

“What the fuck this niggah lookin’ at? Julio questioned, staring out of Tara’s window into the car idling beside them. A trickedout, old-school Chevy with tinted windows was hemmed up beside them. The driver’s window was halfway down. Julio could see the top of the heads of about four or five young bucks inside the car. They all starred thirstily into his window at Tara. The driver undressed her with his eyes. He licked his thick, ashy lips and grinned. Julio reached under his seat, pulled out his gun so the driver could see it and placed it in his lap. The look on his face said it all.

The driver of the Chevy pulled his car as close to the bumper of the car in front of him as possible and quickly turned down the next side street. Tara quietly placed her hand over her man’s hand to calm his quick temper.

Tara was used to the flirting of other men. She enjoyed the constant attention, but it drove her husband crazy. He took it as a sign of disrespect when he was with his woman. It was considered a call to battle in his culture.

The traffic began to move again slowly. Julio regretted his decision to go to the hood the minute he turned onto Main Street. It had been a good day. He was with his wife and he didn’t need the problems of the streets. Not today. Not to mention he was alone with his girl. He never went to the battlefield without his soldiers for backup. You had to roll deep in the streets. It was a war zone and you had to stay ready for battle.The excitement of the football game had him slipping.

When he finally reached Wilson Avenue, he let out a sigh of relief because he wanted to get in and out of Candy’s house quickly. The residential street was just as alive as the main streets. Brothers and sisters were everywhere, up and down the street. Kids ran around in the street and in and out of yards freely. Meanwhile, teenagers hugged the corners, flirting with each other and talking shit.

Julio pulled his car in front of Candy’s house and put the car in park. “I’m just going to drop this money off and then we’re going to eat. Okay, baby?” Julio told Tara, leaning over the seat. He kissed her sweet lips before she could say a word. She kissed him back passionately. When he was caught up in the moment completely, she pushed him away.

“Now hurry up before I miss you too much,” Tara teased, pushing her baby away from her. Julio laughed playfully and leapt from his Range Rover. His girl had a way of making everything all right. Just minutes ago, he was ready to lay a motherfucker down. Now all he was thinking about was waxing that ass when he got her home. Julio walked up to Candy’s front door and walked in without knocking.

Tara turned the music on the CD player up. The smooth, silk sounds of Jodeci blasted from the speakers and filled the car. “Last night, I wrote a short letter and it went this waaaay,” Tara sang along with the music and dreamed of the things she planned to do to her lover once they got home. She couldn’t wait to be back in bed with him.

Suddenly, noise could be heard above the music in the car. Tara looked up to see two girls come from the back of one of the large Victorian-style houses on the corner. Both of the girls were dressed to kill. Tara could hear them talking about some club they were going to where the drinks were watered down but two for one. “Fuck the drinks. All I want is some good dick!” the taller girl yelled into the air as they got into their car. Tara watched as their taillights disappeared down the street.

When Tara turned to the stereo to skip to another track, she knocked over her purse and its contents spilled out onto the floor of the car. She bent over and started picking up her belongings and putting them back inside her purse. Then she noticed her wallet. Tara quickly opened it and searched inside for her pick-me-up.

The folded-up dollar bill was all the way at the bottom of Tara’s purse when she finally found it. She carefully unfolded the crisp dollar bill and the crystal-like power sparkled back up at her. She could have sworn she heard it call her name.

With her fingernail, she lifted the powder from the dollar bill and quickly sniffed the drug into her nostril. She repeated the action again before refolding the dollar bill. Before she could put it back into her wallet, it seemed to call her again.

The second time, she unfolded just a small corner of the dollar bill. She snorted a little more of the powder, licked the tip of her finger, and dipped her it into the powder. Tara then rubbed the wet cocaine across her teeth and licked her lips.

The rush paralyzed her for a minute. She laughed to herself as the pure, Peruvian flake cocaine drained down her throat. She was high as hell. The music, along with the drug, lifted her and took her to another place. She loved this new toy Julio hipped her to. It made her feel alive and oh-so-sexy. “Come on, Julio,” she muttered, looking at the door to Candy’s house. “What the hell is taking him so long?”

She didn’t even want to go eat anymore. All she wanted to do was go home and climb into bed with her baby. The street had gotten quieter in the last few minutes. She could still hear a few loud voices in the distance but not as many as when they first arrived.

Something shiny glistened from the floor of the car up at her. Tara bent down to see what it was. Just then, loud shouting could be heard coming from Candy’s porch. Julio and Candy were on the porch, having a heated argument. Tara could not make out what they were saying but their body language spoke volumes. Every time Julio walked away to leave the heated exchange, Candy jumped in front of him.

Candy was Julio’s baby’s mama. She was a thick, light-skinned scrapper, and wherever she went bitches respected the work Candy put in on the street. She was known for being a valued solider on anybody’s team. The neighborhood dope boys loved and respected Candy. She knew a little something about all things pertaining to hustling in the city of Columbus. Candy could literally tell you where every trap house was on the eastside.

When Julio first arrived in the city he was quickly introduced to Candy. It wasn’t long before the two were trusted business partners. But Julio soon discovered the man-eater had other plans for their relationship. He made the mistake of getting between the sheets with her. After that, taking over and stacking paper went out the window once Candy embarked on a course to bag the kingpin for herself. She was convinced her plans were working until Tara arrived on the scene. All Candy’s hard work was derailed once Tara got all up in the mix.

Julio was blindsided by Candy’s rage when he arrived to drop off money for his daughter. He knew she had issues with his relationship with Tara, but the way he saw it, Tara was off limits to her. He never discussed any part of their lives with Candy. He took excellent care of their daughter Franni and he made sure they had everything they needed. Candy wanted for nothing.

The timing of his visit was all wrong. During Candy’s Michigan game party, a chickenhead from up north announced to everyone that Julio and Tara had gotten married. The chicken- head knew the news would get the party going for sure. Candy didn’t disappoint either. She flew into a rage. Candy was in full swing when Julio pulled the front door open, surprising the already frightened guests.

At first, Julio tried to explain his reasons for not telling Candy the news sooner, but the more he tried to explain the more angry Candy became. He finally gave up and left. He wasn’t prepared for Candy to follow him outside.

Domestic violence was not in Julio’s DNA and Candy knew it, so she pushed back hard against all of Julio’s attempts to defuse the heated exchange.

“Candy, yo’ ass is trippin like crazy. I came through because you led me to believe you needed some punk-ass money right this very minute. I shoulda known it was just another one of your fucking games. I been trying not to hurt your feelings with shit I know you don’t want to face, but this shit is going to stop today. Since you want to know every fuckin’ thing, here it goes. Tara is the love of my life, okay? We are going to be together forever, whether you like it or not. I will be a damn good father to my daughter always. We do not have any other business other than Franni. Now back the fuck up now! Julio yelled out the last part of his statement for the entire world to hear. He was done with the madness. The weary gangster stepped from the porch leaving Candy standing alone with her anger.

Tara sat in the car glued to the show on the front porch. She was prepared for the argument to spill out into the street. At one point she almost got out of the car and joined Julio on the porch but she was sure he did not want her to get involved in the struggles between him and the mother of his child.

As a woman, Tara understood Candy’s anger. She would have probably done the same thing if the shoe was on the other foot. Julio was a catch. The whole city knew that. Nobody expected Candy to just roll over without a fight. Tara cursed Julio’s decision to come to the hood. For weeks she’d been getting weird feelings every time she rode through the ghetto. She felt as if the streets were sitting back waiting to swallow her whole. No matter how hard she tried she could not shake that feeling.

“That crazy-ass bitch ain’t going to be happy until I catch a case. Please, don’t even say nothing, Tara. Not one thing, please,” Julio snapped angrily at Tara, slamming the car door. He threw the car into drive and burned rubber pulling from the curb.

“Oh, hell no. Don’t even try blaming that shit on me. I wasn’t the one who decided to come by the circus on the way to dinner. You did,” Tara shot back, mad as hell.

Dinner plans flew out the window with the air that blew through Tara’s long black hair. You could cut the tension with a knife as the lovers sat side by side in silence in the small space. What was really fucked up was they both were hungry as a motherfucker.

“I fuckin’ told you to open this damn door, girl. Yo’ ass always trippin’!” Julio yelled through the closed bedroom door at his wife. The young couple had been arguing all night long. The fight started earlier in the evening at the club. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Tara? How the fuck you gonna take off your fuckin’ wedding rings and leave them on the bar like that shit ain’t nothing? Julio demanded to know for the third time that night. He was mad as hell at his hot-headed wife. He knew when he met her that very first night that she was a baby gangster. He just didn’t know until recently just how big a gangster his boo really was. She had no problem going toe-to-toe with her love struck husband.

“How the fuck you gonna let a bitch be all up in your face like that shit ain’t nothing? Tara shouted through the heavy bedroom door. She was mad as hell too. She was sick of being disrespected by all the chickenheads that were always all up in her man’s grill. Grant it, Julio was a fine-ass motherfucker and all, but he was her fine-ass motherfucker. She had to constantly let a bitch know to back off.

The thirsty bitches were always up in her man’s face. This was a blatant sign off disrespect in Tara’s eyes. She refused to be disrespected by anybody especially not by some nobody bitches. She wanted the hoes to know she didn’t play.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Tara shook her head. She couldn’t figure out why she was always letting her temper get the best of her. She wanted everything her way and she always had to be right. She knew deep inside that Julio loved her with all his heart, but the constant drug use had her thinking crazy thoughts. When she was thinking sanely, she knew beyond a doubt how much Julio was in love with her.

Theirs was a once-in-a-lifetime love. They came into each otherslives at the perfect time. He completed her and she adored him for it. When he touched her, time stood still. Nothing mattered. They were the only two people on the planet. There were days when she lost track of time just being with him. He was her everything—all she ever wanted.

I love him so much, Tara thought, pacing around the spacious master bathroom. She was tired of fighting with her. . .