• ChiTown 2.0 Chapter 5: Pressure From All Sides
    Jan 7 2026
    Chicago winter hit hard that year — sharp winds that slapped you awake, icy sidewalks, gray skies that pressed down on the city like a ceiling too low. But inside the apartment on Menard and Washington, the tension was hotter than any summer. Money changes people.
    Power changes them faster.
    And ambition…?
    Ambition changes everything.
    BUTTAFLY — THE GIRL WHO SURVIVED
    Chanel “Buttafly” Jones looked like she glided through life barefoot on clouds, but behind that beauty was a story that left scars no one could see. She was an only child — raised by a mother who fought breast cancer longer than the doctors said she could. When her mama finally passed, Buttafly was only fourteen, and the streets of Chicago swallowed her whole. She bounced around foster homes like a ping-pong ball:
    By sixteen she was on her own.
    By eighteen, she legally slipped out of the system.
    Smart. Beautiful. Stubborn.
    Determined never to be controlled again. Pimping didn’t scare her.
    Dancing didn’t shame her. Survival was her first language.
    Hustle was her religion. And now she wanted more — more girls, more money, more power.
    But MeMe didn’t like how fast she was moving.

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    14 min
  • ChiTown 2.0 Chapter 4: When Ambition Wakes Up
    Jan 7 2026
    CHAPTER FOUR — WHEN AMBITION WAKES UP Austin nights had a rhythm — sirens in the distance, hustlers on corners, buses rattling down Madison, old heads gambling behind liquor stores, and teenagers pretending they weren’t scared of anything. ChiTown moved through all of it with a quiet confidence. Money was coming in. MeMe and Buttafly held him down. Life was smooth. But smooth never lasts long in the city. Especially when ambition starts whispering in people’s ears. TERRELL “RELL” JONES — THE STREET-BOY SCHOLAR
    Rell wasn’t cut from the same cloth as ChiTown, not originally. He grew up on the West Side too, but his home looked different. His parents were middle-class — married, steady jobs, clean house, family trips on holidays, church every Sunday whether he wanted to go or not. The kind of Black family other kids wished they had. He was the third child of four:
    College wasn’t optional in that household — it was destiny.
    Expectations hung over Rell like a uniform he didn’t want to wear. His mama used to say, “Boy, God didn’t put you on this Earth to chase them damn streets.” But the streets sang louder than any sermon. Rell didn’t grow up hungry… but he grew up curious.
    Curious about danger.
    Curious about fast money.
    Curious about the thrill of owning the night instead of following rules in the daylight. By 16, he was sneaking out the house.
    By 18, he had a son with a girl from the block — a girl who loved him but couldn’t keep him home.
    By 21, he was running with ChiTown full-time, hustling, stacking, learning how to maneuver without cracking under pressure. His parents never understood it.
    Still didn’t. But Rell?
    He was addicted to the feeling of power the streets gave him — the attention, the danger, the freedom. So when ChiTown came home to money, women, and status… Rell started wanting more for himself too.

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    11 min
  • ChiTown 2.0 Chapter 3: BACK HOME WITH A BAG
    Jan 7 2026
    Getting away from Miami felt like escaping a storm that hadn’t fully hit yet. Even once they were speeding down I-95 with palm trees fading behind them, MeMe kept looking in the rearview mirror like trouble might still be on their tail. Buttafly clutched her purse on her lap the whole ride — the purse that held nearly $42,000 in cash.
    Their breath didn’t fully settle until they crossed into Georgia. “Girl,” Buttafly exhaled, “we almost got smoked in Miami.” MeMe smirked tiredly. “Almost don’t count. We made it.” Their next stop was Atlanta, because scared money never made money — and they weren’t leaving the South until their pockets felt heavy enough to change a man’s life.

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    11 min
  • ChiTown 2.0 Chapter 2: THE BLADE, THE BOND & THE COME UP
    Jan 7 2026
    The cold slapped Chicago early that year. Wind cut through Madison like a razor, flipping trash bags, scattering loose papers, making even the hardest hustlers tuck their hands deeper in their pockets. The blade slowed down in the cold… men still cruised, but not long enough to roll windows down unless the girl was worth the freeze.
    And MeMe? She was worth every degree under zero. ChiTown had been booked just three days earlier.
    Conspiracy to Distribute and UUW. The charges sounded heavy, but the situation was heavier. His bond came back $100,000 / $10,000 to walk, and MeMe nearly fainted reading the number on the slip. She knew she couldn’t flat-back her way to ten racks fast enough, not before he got comfortable in County. And if ChiTown got too comfortable? That cell would become a coffin for everything they had planned. So MeMe put on her shortest skirt, painted her lips a deep chocolate gloss, and stepped back onto the blade. Determined. Focused. Frightened. Driven. But she wasn’t stupid. Bad weather made desperation and danger rise at the same time. She needed help. That’s when she spotted Buttafly again.

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    11 min
  • ChiTown 2.0 Chapter 1: They Meet
    Jan 7 2026
    Madison and Pulaski stayed loud. Car horns barking, corner hustlers whistling their sales pitch, boom boxes on full blast screaming Crucial Conflict and Do or Die, and the smell of gyro meat, weed smoke, and hot summer asphalt mixing into the kind of scent only the West Side could create. It was 1997, and the Austin neighborhood was alive the way a beast is alive—busy, unpredictable, hungry. And so was Tony James, known to everybody who mattered as ChiTown. Twenty-something, 6'2", caramel brown with a face smooth enough to make older women double back and young girls risk everything. His naturally wavy hair—thanks to his mama’s mixed bloodline—hung down his neck in soft ripples. Brown bedroom eyes, thick lashes, a smile that could talk a pastor’s wife out of her savings. But behind all that beauty lived something sharp… something dangerous. ChiTown had been bred in chaos. Raised by his ma—a dope fiend with a habit stronger than her will—and four older sisters who loved him too hard but couldn’t save him from the streets, he was the “baby boy” who never really got to be a boy at all. By fifteen he was already knee-deep in gang politics, touching money and touching the kind of violence that aged you overnight. He sold dope because it was fast, because it made sense, and because nobody expected anything else from him. But pimping?
    Pimping was cleaner.
    Pimping was power.
    Pimping meant you didn’t run from bullets, you let everybody else do the running for you. And ChiTown was just starting to feel the weight and shine of that kind of game. Still fresh, still learning, still hungry. But he had presence, real, magnetic, unavoidable. The type that made women look twice and men think before they spoke.

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    10 min
  • ChiTown 2.0 Chapter 6: The Knock at the Door
    Jan 20 2026
    ChiTown 2.0 Chapter 6: The knock at the door
    BANG! BANG! BANG! The pounding shook the apartment like someone was trying to rip it off its hinges. Gunsmoke drifted faint through the hallway vents, the echo of distant shots still buzzing in the cold Chicago air. “OPEN UP! NOW!” Tia screamed and pressed herself behind Rell.
    Buttafly stood frozen, her eyes wide and dark.
    MeMe grabbed ChiTown’s arm, her heartbeat loud enough to hear.
    Rell had already pulled his gun halfway out, eyes narrowed, breath steady. ChiTown raised a hand.
    “Nobody move.” It wasn’t fear in his voice.
    It was calculation. The pounding continued.
    “OPEN THE DOOR, CHI! MAN, OPEN UP!” It wasn’t police. It wasn’t Mack T’s crew. It was Tone-Bone, the neighborhood runner—young, jittery, always in trouble but loyal. ChiTown flung the door open. Tone-Bone stumbled inside, panicked, sweat steaming off him in the winter air.
    “They shot up the block, bro! Over on Lotus! Said it’s Mack T’s boys. They lookin’ for you!” MeMe gasped.
    Buttafly cursed under her breath.
    Tia clung to Rell, trembling. ChiTown’s jaw locked so tight his cheek twitched. Mack T. The out-of-town dealer with something to prove.
    The man who disrespected ChiTown on his own block.
    The one who smiled when he said, “Or what?” Now ChiTown had his answer.

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