Goldilocks and the Three Kingpins

Money rolls…cars and
clothes…that’s how all my hustlas roll…

Rashaad lived by the
hustler’s poem: money, cars, respect, and a different piece for every night of
the week. Respected by hustlas and working men alike, whenever he hit the
blocks, prosperity was sure to follow.

Married to a kingpin was
never easy for Goldie, Rashaad’s wife. The long nights, raising their babies
alone, cancelled family trips, and whispers of other women was beginning to
take its toll on their marriage and her sanity. Not wanting her babies to grow
up in a broken home, Goldie stayed for the sake of her family. All that was
before she found the hotel receipt for the honeymoon suite in Costa Rica for a
trip she wasn’t on in her husband’s pocket. Disgusted with his lies and angry
with herself, she packed her bags and exited stage left on her surreal lifestyle.

Hendrix had his own
issues on the south side of Atlanta. Graduating magna cum laude from Georgia
Tech wasn’t enough, he still had a hard time breaking into corporate America on
his own merit. At the insistence of his best friend, Hendrix hit the blocks. Putting
his degree to work on the streets, Hendrix was known as Chief to the street
soldiers and hustlas. Enjoying a lucrative lifestyle as a street king, he
bumped into a brown skinned goddess one day at Lenox Mall who changed the way
he looked at women forever.

Holding court in the
streets of the Chi, Judge was true to his name as the jury and executioner when
someone in his jurisdiction stepped out of line. Surveying his territory, he
spotted the one woman who could easily be the woman he ultimately settled down
with and made his forever. Making his intentions known, he discovered she
belonged to someone else. Unbeknownst to her, Judge always got what he wanted.
And the brown skinned beauty from the A would be his, one way or the other.

When Goldie finds out
about her husband’s deceitful ways, she weaves her own web of deception and
lies. Bumping into a mysterious man who the streets know as Chief at the mall,
she finds herself caught up in a love triangle between the man who she has
history and the man who holds her heart. In her haste to get both men out of
her system, she runs to her familiar place and unknowingly adds a third to her
triangle of lust. Spiraling out of control in a sea of selfish desire, Goldie
is forced to make a choice of who she truly loves. Is there such thing as
happily ever after in the game of love?