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Straight Outta Dade County

Straight Outta Dade County Summary

Let’s take a ride with this Miami crew and see how they get down Straight Outta Dade County!

Alecia Jackson, Owner and CEO of Jackson Law. She’s a boss in every sense of the word! She makes her own moves, calls her own shots, and she doesn’t answer to any man! Alecia is the only girl in her family, and she has three brothers. These aren’t just your everyday brothers either.

These young men are 305 made and Straight Outta Dade County. She has brothers who will move mountains for her at the drop of the dime, so whatever dude she decides to settle down with has to bring it and keep the same big energy as her protective brothers. Alecia is just a few months shy of 40 years old, and she’s never experienced real love with a man. She doesn’t have any children because, for so many years, work has been her baby. Many men have tried, but with no success.


We all remember Montana King. Dade county raised and easily the finest brotha for a woman to lay eyes on. You either love him, or you envy him. Montana is running things in Miami with one of the biggest drug enterprises to ever operate in the city. With as much money, power, and respect that he has, he’s ready to retire from the drug game because he’s invested so many years into this line of business, and he’s finally ready to live a normal life. That can be good news for Alecia because she’s made it clear that she doesn’t want to date the person responsible for the big drug problem that’s flooding the streets of Miami.


Alecia and Montana are two different people, living in two entirely different worlds. That’s not always a bad thing, though. They can complement each other in so many ways. Alecia has had a few “situationships” over the years that haven’t gone any further than sex, so hopefully, she gets her shot at true love because everyone deserves to be loved.

About the Author

Diamond D. Johnson and I are a five-year, Urban Fiction author, with over 70 books up under my belt. I’m born and raised in tropical Miami, Florida, and reading and writing has always been a big passion of mine. Some of my favorite authors are Wahida Clark, Erick S. Gray, Shavon Moore, and Nika Michelle.

One of my favorite things to say is that “Wahida Clark walked so I could run” and I say that because it was because I picked up a book of hers and I became inspired to write a book of my own. Before writing become my full-time job, I was going to school full time, seeking a degree in education, working part time at Publix supermarkets, while reading at least ten books every month. I knew that I wanted to write a book one day of my own, but to me, I just didn’t know where to start.

This was one of those things, where I had to just do it! I did so much research and nothing really prepares you and there will never be a guideline, that shows you the proper way to write your first book. The talent is deep within you and it’s just a matter of you finding that talent and being brave enough to show your creativity with the world. For me, writing just started out for something for me to do on my free time.

There was a strong means for me to write a book, simply because I knew I had the talent and because I would spend countless amounts of hours reading other authors crafts, so it was time for me to put my talents to work. Never in a million years did I ever think that I would have written over 70 books and that writing would be my career.

I wouldn’t change this for anything in the world because when I wake up every morning, I’m content with knowing that I have a career doing something that I enjoy, even though this is a very demanding career to be in. On my free time, when I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time with my family, going to the mall, especially shopping for my daughter because I love fashion, and I also enjoy watching movies. Feel free to contact me and follow me on any of my social media platforms.

Straight Outta Dade County Introduction

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Alecia Jackson


I owe you my life, Ms. Jackson. To show you how appreciative I am, let a nigga take you out to dinner,” my client, Freemen, said as I walked with him out of the courtroom.

This handsome brother was a lot of things, but innocent, he definitely was not. He was a scammer. I knew that was how he made his money because, in Miami, certain shit just ain’t a secret. I have brothers out there running the streets, and I can admit they were the main reason I knew a lot of shit that took place in my city.

Although Freemen was a scammer who specialized in everything from credit card fraud to identity theft, and God knows what else his ass did, that actually wasn’t what he was in court for this afternoon. He had been charged with possession of a controlled substance. A couple of weeks ago, the cops pulled him over with enough weed on him to distribute, so he was looking at spending a minimum of a year in jail.

Now, look, although this nigga was risking his freedom every day, doing illegal shit, he actually did good for the community. I felt like that was the only reason I was able to get this nigga off today in court because it wasn’t like his ass had a clean record.

His record went back to when he was twelve years old. I got him off on having to do jail time, but he did have to pay a fine to the city and do some community service hours, which was ordered by the judge. I performed miracles in the courtroom, and I was costly because of the magic I made and the harsh punishments that I helped my clients escape.

You don’t owe me anything, Freemen. I was doing my job,” I said, pausing in my steps, so I could stand in front of him and look him in his eyes.

Freemen was like a lot of the niggas that I defended. He came to court dressed like he was going to the Grammy’s. The two-thousand-dollar Armani suit he wore cost the same as the snakeskin Christian Louboutin heels that I had on.

His suit was a three-piece black ensemble with a nice black dress shirt underneath. Freemen had caramel-colored skin with a tattoo above his eyebrow that said, Loyalty. He had dreads, the kind the Miami boys wore, where it looked all matted up and like he hadn’t had a retwist in years. His dreads were long, though. They went past his back, and he had a clean lineup. He was handsome in a hoodish kind of way.

From where I stood, I could smell him perfectly, and he had a nice strong scent radiating off him. He had on glasses that probably weren’t even prescribed. I fought for my black brothers day in and day out, so I was used to them coming to court looking innocent when I knew the real.

I fought for all races. I would fight for a white man accused of a crime the same way as I would fight for a black man because, at the end of the day, this was my job. When I was in court and had a black brother sitting next to me, I looked at that brother as one of my blood brothers, and I gave that shit my all! I’m an only girl with three brothers.

My oldest brother, Orion, is forty, then there’s me, and my younger brother, Dace, is thirty-five. My baby brother is who I’ll literally lay my life on the line and die for, and his ass knows that because he uses it to his advantage. His name is Efrem Jr. or Pee-Wee, which is what everyone calls him.

Pee-Wee is named after our father, Efrem. I loved my father. I loved him with every bone in my body, but sadly, I had to love him through phone calls and visitations to the prison every other weekend. My father went to prison when I was just fifteen years old. Shit, if you ask me, that was a time in my life when I needed his ass the most. At fifteen, I was a sophomore in high school, looking at colleges and trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. And just that quick, the system took my daddy from me.

I won’t act like my daddy was this innocent man because he wasn’t. My father sold more dope than Nino Brown. I had no business going to school at the age of fourteen with a Rolex watch and a Gucci bag for every day of the week. My father spoiled me rotten as a kid. I was the only girl, and he would literally move mountains for me, so when he was taken away, I don’t even think I can put it into words how much that shit hurt me.

The state charged my father with a shit load of drug offenses, making him eligible for parole in twenty-five years, and if that gets denied, then he has to serve life in prison. I was thirty-nine, turning forty in about six months, which means my father’s twenty-five years have just about been served, and he would be eligible for parole really soon. When he went in, I was a fifteen-year-old girl who’d just gotten my period and was trying to figure out life. I didn’t even have a clue how the criminal justice system worked. All I knew is the criminal justice system had taken my father from me.

Almost twenty-five years later, instead of being in the stands, crying and hoping that the judge would let my daddy come home this time, I would be standing right beside him, fighting like a motha fucka to bring his ass home to me, my brothers, our mother, and his grandchildren. Just know that I will be fighting until I’m blue in the face once my father is eligible for parole.

And you did a damn good fuckin’ job. Let a nigga take you out, Ms. Jackson. I’ve had my eyes on you for years. It was fucked up that I was charged with this shit, but it worked out because I got to be in your presence. You a hard person to spend some time with,” he said, looking me in my eyes like he was trying to hypnotize me with his light brown orbs, but it wasn’t working. I dealt with niggas all the time, so it was nothing for me to turn a new nigga down.

Then, I be trying to tell Pee-Wee to put a word in for me, but every time I see that nigga, and I bring you up, that nigga be ready to pull out guns and shit,” Freemen said, and I laughed.

My brothers were bat shit fuckin’ crazy. They’d been pulling up on niggas and fighting niggas over me ever since I was in high school. Them niggas thought they were my fuckin’ daddy. I couldn’t even say which brother was the worst of the three because all of them niggas were the same when it came to me.

Enjoy your day, Freemen, and please stay your ass out of trouble. I don’t want to have to be in court with you again,” I sternly said while looking him in his eyes because I wanted him to feel what I was saying.

When I said that, he smiled, showing off his perfect set of white teeth. I knew that smile meant he wasn’t going to stay his ass out of trouble.

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Posted onFebruary 14, 2022
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Page Count293 pages
AuthorDiamond D. Johnson

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