My Story

 Hi my name is Candy Raye Montana and i'm unlike any other female you've ever met. If you've spotted me at the club or on the streets you would know it because my unusual features. I have light brown skin kinda like coffee after you add cream to it ocean blue eyes that would make you fall in love if youre not carful about looking into them and natural straight red hair that shows you that there's a firery side to me. And my mama new from the day that i was born that I was gonna be somthing. But that wasnt until later in life...my growing up years was hard for me being the oldest if my mama was going threw hard time's it was my job to help my mama get money for the rent so the land lord wouldnt threw me mama and my baby sister Caramel out on the streets so i did what i had to do to get money. Living in the ghetto it wasn't hard to hustal because people was dumb down there. I would use my looks and early developing body to trick out suckuhs who was trying to get a quick fix from me or Mama. We'd wait out on the street courner and wait for some old fool to pull up. "you like what you see big boy? My daughter got the whole package and that's real red hair if you don't believe me just check south!" Once in the car I would get in the frount seat and Mama in the back once the dude started messing with me Mama would pull out a lighter and put it to the back of the guys head. "Get your greasy hands off my baby girl you sicko and gimmy all the cash you got in your walet" The dude was always a fool and gave her what she wanted fearing it was a gun. And that was how we wopuld pay rent. Yah it was grimey and made me feel dirty but i would do whatever it take to make sure my mama and Caramel didn't go threw hard times and that was a promise.

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My dreams

Ever since I was a little girl I've wanted to be a singer and I'm not like one of those other little wannabes who can't really sing me? I got a voice no doubt about that. When i was little i used to stand up on the coffee table in the mornings before school and sing my little heart out for my mama. "that's right baby you are a star you're gonna be bigger then Whitney Huston someday" She's the only reason i never gave up on my dreams becuase if my mama believed in me then I couldnt be stopped. And finally when i was grown and I grew into the bangin body that my mama gave to me I was ready to give it a shot. Me and my two girl's (who could sing two but not as good as me hehe) went up into The House of Homicide owned by the famouse no other Huricane Jackson mmm mmm mmm man was that man fine! On fridays he came up into the house himself and watched people try, choke and die up on stage but not this night. Me and my girls went up there did our thing and i sang my dang heart out till i thought i was about to pass out. I danced my butt off making sure i looked straight into Huricane's eyes the entire time trying to be as sexy as I could. And by my surprize he pulled my off stage and pulled me on the dance floor. After grinding for awhile he told my girls he'd be calling me real soon! And then he whisperd in my ear " Baby I wanna wife you you're something speacial if there's anything at all you need in a jam or whatever I'll be there you don't even hav to call because i got eyes all around these streets"


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The Gabariono Family

I was just eight teen when i started doing business with the Gabriano's, I've been friends with Nicky Gabriano for a while not really knowing what kind of work he was associated with. By believe it or not that smooth talking slick looking little Italian boy turned out to be my golden ticket out of foster care. Yah i wasn't trying to be felt up by foster dads or having my booty grabbed by no play-play foster brothers any longer. So i had to do what i had to do. I sold my soul to the devil, not really but in a since thats what i did. I put my life on the line for Nicky and his crew in order to keep my ass out of that hell hole. I had to do the impossible and blend in best as possible trying not to stand out when i was playing the part of moving the goods from state to state threw airlines. (which was extremely difficult looking the way that i do) It was a risky business  and a consequence of possible minimum 25 years in prison but it had its perks. I had protection, no one could fux with me when i had the big bad Gabiano's watching my back, and the pay was crazy good i was all dect out looking fly from head to toe only wearing the latest most expensive threads, and last but not least i was away from those ratchet azz foster homes. Yup i was even taking care of mama and Caramel making sure they never want for nothing ever again. Mama even got off her addictions or so i thought she did... then as you know how they say nothing good lasts forever? Well it doesn't. I was at the store buying some groceries for mama and Caramel when I got a text from Nicky telling me he dropped of the package off at my house to my mama and told her to give it to me....I panicked knowing how bad my mama's powder addiction was "oh mama please don't Look inside" I knew Nicky would kill me and my family if he knew she was dabbin her fingers into his stash no lie! I dropped the groceries and drove home as fast as i could only to find my mama neck deep into the stash making it look like it's snowing up in our apartment. I Screamed and cryed why all she said was she couldn't help herself tisk tisk tisk there goes everything i worked for but that's beside the point i had to keep mama my sister and me safe. "stay here I have to run upstairs to the babysitter and tell Caramel we're dip settin."  I ran upstair's and got Caramel and ran back down and mama was gone and so was the stash i put my baby sis into the car and we road down the street looking for Mama. By the time i found Mama it was too late was was layin in the gutter with a bullet right in between her eye's mouth coverd in powder. i got out and went to her but before i could reach her all went black. I woke up with my head hurting something fierce in what seemed to be the trunk of a car Caramel was right next to me but She was out cold and i would of screamed but I had something in my mouth ,a gag. I could make out people talking outside and the "Black Bitch" in the trunk and all of a sudden it opened. Is that your girl? some big Italian said. "yah that's her lemmi buy her off you it'll save you the trouble of  smoking her yourself" I looked over and it was Hurricane



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This is it...

I finally made it away from that psycho path and his house of horrors.. All the phisical and emotional Pain he caused me is going to haunt me for the rest of my life.  Dang how im gonna miss my baby sister Caramel though she shudn't have been so carless...what a way to die shot right in the dome piece BAM she had no idea what she was getting into. Poor Poor mama she let her addiction get the best of her at least she can keep Caramel company up in God's house. From Hustlin and sellin my body on the streets to being takin away and thrown into foster care to being a drug mule for the Famouse Gabriano Family to Living Large like one of the rich people you see on tv but being abused sexualy by the man who gave you freedom (if that's what you even want to call it) and all these riches. But threwout all these hard ships and haughting memories I finally get set free by my knight and shining armor Knowledge .

 

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