A Good Man Found Me!!!

By Renee Gusta

This book is about a single black woman name Roberta, but her friends call her Roe. In the past couple of years, Roe has been without a man in her life. She's tire of dating no good men and starts concentrating on her career. She goes back to school trying to get her life back on track after man drama. In the process, she meets a man who has everything a woman wants. She acts bitter toward him because she thinks he's just like the men she has met in the past. Little did Roe know, Mike was the prefect man any women could ever ask for. Roe insecurities get in the way and almost mess up a prefectly good thing. Besides Roe having problems with her love life, she also has to deal with family drama. Roe older sister Deidra and her fiance`is running from some notorious drug dealers that will kill anybody who stands in their way of finding them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452037820

Renee Gusta

Renee Gusta is the Author of "A Good Man Found Me." She was born August 27, 1981 in Port Gibson, Ms. She has one sister name Donna Stewart and three brothers name (Myron Stewart, Quentin Liggans and Joe Gusta Jr.) who also live in Mississippi. She is the daughter of Ruby and Joe Gusta. Her dad owned a local night club in the early 1980's and work as a technician at a local plant. He later departed from his family when he was killed at his own night club on July 3, 1987. Her mother remarried August 7, 1999 to Willie Archie. Renee later graduated from Port Gibson high school on May 21, 1999. She later attended Alcorn State University where she received a Bachelor of Art Degree and a Master of Science Degree. After school, she taught at a local school as a second grade teacher. She later in life discovered her prolific writing skills.

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© 2011 Renee Gusta. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 11/09/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4520-3780-6 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4520-3781-3 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4520-3782-0 (ebk)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011907986

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Contents

Acknowledgment

A Morning Surprise!!!

Miles World

Fool’s Love

A State Of Shock

Life Goes On!!!!

Miles Style

Drama Queen

Dramatic Moment

Friend Within

Happy Birthday!!!

Roll N Wheels

Back At Home

The Past Never Dies

Collect Call

Locked Up

Wake Up!!!!

Riding on 24 inches

On The Road

Misunderstood

Manhunt

Girl Fight!!!!

Stalker

All Smiles

Caught in the Acted

The Concert

Miles

After The Concert

Fill Up

Unexpected Visit

The Next Morning

Sexual Desires

Let Me Out!!

On My Mind

Shackles Off

Pool Hall

Drama Down South

When Shit Hits the Fan

Makes Me Feel

Brush with Death

Back In Tampa

David

Revenge

The Drug Deal

You Saved Me

Back in Mississippi

Double O Seven

Déjàvu

Flirtomatic

Help Me!!!

In My Bedroom

This book is dedicated to my

father (Joe Nathan Gusta).

I love and miss you dad! RIP

Joe Nathan Gusta.

Acknowledgment

I want to start off thanking the one person who never left my side through heart aches and pain, Thank you Lord my savior, my provider and my strength. I want to express my deepest appreciation to my mother, who has been very supportive to me throughout my career. She has always given me the motivation and confidence that I needed to succeed in life.

I hope all my readers enjoy reading A Good Man Found Me as much I enjoy writing this book. If you enjoy this book, I know you will enjoy my new book that will be out soon Build Ah Man.

To contract me, e-mail me at [e-mail] or write to 409 Fair Street Port Gibson, MS 39150

A Morning Surprise!!!

The phone rings at one o’clock in the morning on August twenty-seven. "It’s too early for today and too late for tomorrow for anyone to be calling me this time of the morning. I wonder who this can be.

Rolling over toward the night stand, I turn over to answer the phone that’s loudly ringing nonstop. I pick up the phone off of the night stand with an attitude out of this world. I had just fallen asleep after feeding my brand new baby boy. This is my first baby; I’m trying to adjust to my new baby boy night feeding schedule. Hello, I said! I just killed a man! Who is this, I said with a frown on my face? This is me! Augusta! I just killed a man! I sigh for a minute because I have had it with my baby daddy. He knows that I don’t get much sleep at night because of our son who keeps me up half of the nights. Why would he call me playing about something like this I wonder?

Stop lying Augusta because it’s too early in the morning for this shit. Have you gotten drunk again? Why are you calling here and talking crazy, Augusta?

NO! Listen Roe, I’m not lying it’s the truth and I’m not drunk. I can hear the nervousness in Augusta voice now. I hear the seriousness in his voice when he says it the last time. I’m in trouble, said Augusta. I pause as I hear him say those words. Roe! Roe! Did you hear what I just said? I just killed a man! I shout out in fear and concern saying, Augusta, tell me what happened? Why, Augusta! Why did you kill someone tonight? Why? Tell me why? Augusta is silent on the phone for a couple seconds. I messed up, Roe! I really messed up bad, said Augusta. I am hurting from the bad news. I grab my chest in pain. I don’t know why Augusta had taken a man life tonight. Did he even think about his son or me? Why, I wonder? Where are you now? I ask Augusta with concern. I’m in Hermanville; I’m behind the post office. I need you to come and pick me up right now! I hesitate upon answering Augusta. I am in shock that he wants me to pick him up. You want me to come and pick you up after just killing someone? Augusta says nothing as if he’s upset. I hear cars passing by. He’s nearby the post office highway I figure. I try to explain to him by saying, You just killed a man tonight, I can’t come get you! Besides that, our child is asleep and I have no one to keep him. Augusta shouts out, Just bring AJ along with you, Roe! Is that so dam hard for you to do? I don’t like getting Augusta upset, but this time I have to stand my ground. Augusta, I am not coming to get you! You know they will put me in jail for being with you. Child Protective Services will take AJ away from me if we get caught. I talked to Augusta calmly trying to convince him that it wasn’t safe for me or our son to pick him up. No one will know, Roe! Come and get me, so I can hide out for a minute until things cool off. No one will know that I’m there. Augusta is very demanding upon me picking him up. I guess he really needs me now more than anything I think to myself. A force within me tells me to be strong and stick to my word. I struggle with my heart because I am indeed in love with him. Augusta, I am sorry, but I can’t come and pick you up this time. Every time you get into trouble, I am there bailing you out until now. I have a child now and I have to think about his future. Augusta shouts out, "YOU FULL OF SHIT, ROE!! Augusta hangs the phone up in my face.

Chills went through my body as Augusta shouted at me and hung up the phone in my face. I hated feeling like this. I can’t believe he would risk me going to jail and AJ being without parents for his mistakes! My eyes then fill up with tears as I hold the phone in my right hand. I’m in a state of shock for a good minute or two before the operator comes over the phone. I ease back to reality before I fall down on my knees. I’m on the floor beside my bed wailing like a cat having kittens. I’m crying uncontrollably because this can’t be happening to me. Out of all the men in Port Gibson, why did my sons’ father have to kill a man tonight? Why me Lord? Why Lord! Please just tell me Lord, why did he have to take a man life tonight? How will I explain this to my son when he grows up? How will I tell him that his dad is lockup for killing a man? LORD PLEASE HELP ME JESUS!

Miles World

My cell phone is ringing off the hook. It’s two O’clock in the morning. I roll over looking at the two beauties that are sound asleep in my bed between me. I had just met these two chicks at Hooter’s restaurant on Frontage road in North Jackson today. Now, they are here already in my bed. Money hungry hoes, I can smell them a mile away. I shake my head looking at the blonde laying with her bare ass out in my bed. Dam! She is one fine red ass woman. The brunette is all cozy under the covers lying on my left arm.

Some women are tricked so easily. As soon as they seen what I was driving, they thought that I was a music producer. I handed them both my business cards that read Miles Davis music producer. I didn’t have to sell them too big of a dream because they aren’t worth much. I told them they would look prefect as some backup dancers in David Banner new video that he’s shooting here in Jackson. They brought every word of it. Young, dumb and full of energy is the way I like them.

I reach over Rebecca to get my cell phone that is ringing none stop. Hello, I said. What’s up, Miles? I take the phone from my ear looking at the caller ID. I didn’t recognize the number or the person voice. Who is this? I think to myself as I hold the phone. Nobody, but women call me this time of morning. I don’t talk to men around this time unless it’s for business purposes only. This is me, Duke! My face eased a little. I thought it was those fools from earlier today who said I owed them a hundred dollars for using their music equipment. I didn’t owe them a dam thing.

Duke, why are you calling my phone this time of morning?

Mile, I have to tell you something.

Whatever you have to tell me it can wait later. You are disturbing me, Rebecca and Olivia. We are about to work out a little bit more. I smile as I look over toward Rebecca. I give Rebecca a slap on the ass, but she doesn’t wake up. I see that she’s a hard sleeper because that slap on the ass didn’t wake her.

Miles, just listen for one minute. You can go back to your threesome after I tell you this.

Okay, Duke, this better be good. I listen to Duke patiently on the phone.

Augusta has kill Lil Eddie. He killed him tonight at the Pink Palace. I begin to sit up in the bed quickly. I push Olivia that is lying in my arms over toward the left side to free my arm. She turns over and goes back asleep.

Augusta killed who tonight, Duke? I ask Duke again because I think that I misunderstood him.

Mile, your brother-in-law killed your first cousin tonight. He killed Eddie Jackson. You know, Lil Eddie! My mind still doesn’t register what Duke is telling me. I am shock and confused. I say, This is the first call I have gotten all night from anyone. No one has told me anything about this.

Mel told me that it just happened. He was out their when he killed Lil Eddie. Mel said Augusta was on some more shit, mane. Augusta had been talking crazy the whole night in the club to everyone. He acted as if he had lost his mind.

Duke, let me call you back later. I have to call Roe and find out if she’s okay.

Okay, Miles. Call me later.

I hang up the phone from Duke as I curse. Dam! What’s the fuck is going on. No one have called or told me nothing. This nigga have just taken my blood cousin life. I shake my head because I don’t want to believe this shit is true. Not Lil Eddie! He can’t be dead. I get up out of the bed. I walk toward my black leather chair next to my bedroom window. I grab some jeans and a t-shirt off the chair. I start putting my clothes as I yell at the two women in my bed. Get up! Get up! You both have to go right now! Olivia gets up with her eyes halfway close. She looks at me then, she lies back down. Rebecca is still sound asleep. She doesn’t budge as I yell for them both to get up. I walk back over toward the bed. Next, I shake Olivia. Get up! She turns over with her eyes slightly open. She hesitates as she talks. Wha, what’s wrong? Is it time to go now? I give her attitude. Yes, so get out! Olivia eyes open up as she gives me a puzzle look. She gets up and walks over toward the dresser to get her clothes. Rebecca is still lying in the bed. Olivia says, Why are you not making her leave? She has an attitude like I am showing favoritism to the blonde over the brunette. I look at her very frustrated. Look, I don’t have time for this shit. Just get the stepping.

So it’s like that, Miles? Uhh? You fuck both of us to see who got the best pussy. Is that what it is? My pussy ain’t good enough to be in David Banner new video now?

Olivia, I never promised you anything. You slept with me because you wanted to. Now, can you hurry the hell up?

Nope, you said I was going to be in David Banner video. I am not leaving until she leaves. She stands by the dresser with her arms fold.

Look! I have to go because someone in my family has just got killed. She twists her lip with uncertainly like I am lying to her.

How do I know you are telling me the truth? You could be just making some shit up, so I can leave.

Olivia, you are not my woman, so get the fuck out! I walk over toward Rebecca to wake her. I gently shake Rebecca. Rebecca, you have to go. Rebecca, wake up. She awakes upon the second shake. She rises up looking around in a daze. She wipes the sleep from the corners of her eyes. She sits on the edge of the bed for a minute or two before she gets up to get dress. Olivia is fully dressed now. She stares at Rebecca with her nose turned in the air. Rebecca puts on her clothes not paying Olivia any attention. As I wait patiently for Rebecca to get dress, I take out my cell phone to dial Roe. I dial Roe number and it rings. The phone rings three times and goes straight to her voice message. I dial Roe number for the second time. Her phone rings again three times and goes to her voice message. I hang up the phone as I look around to see if Rebecca is finish getting dressed. I see her clothes are neatly placed on her nice fit body. I leave out of the bedroom as they both follow behind me.

Fool’s Love

I’m broken in spirit, confuse and tire of Augusta putting me through all of these changes in life. I’m going through so many different kinds of motions right now. I hold on to my chest gasping for air as I fall on the floor. My right hand is on my heart as I cry out with tears running down my face. The phone starts to ring uncontrollably. I get up off the floor and gaze at the phone as it rings. I don’t want to answer it. I stare at the phone for a couple more minutes with a heart broken look on my face. I don’t know if it’s Augusta calling me back again or someone being nosey trying to question me about the crime Augusta just had committed tonight. I hesitate upon picking up the phone. My mind is somewhere else rather than answering the phone. I don’t want to talk to anyone because the pain is unbearable in my chest. I keep asking myself, What happen so bad tonight made Augusta kill someone? I know Augusta got a story to tell, but I hope it’s legit. I’m praying silently to myself on my knees that Augusta reason is for killing this man is self-defense. Maybe the man tried to harm Augusta in some type of bodily harmful way," I said silently to myself. I shake my head trying to clear my mind because the phone is still ringing off the hook. I know I have to stop the phone from ringing because it’s beginning to wake up my son.

Hello, I said frantically. Roe, I am on my way to the house, said Augusta. His voice was frenzy that made me even more tensed. Be careful Augusta because someone might be following you. You can’t afford any more trouble than you’re already promise today.

I’m worried about the police pulling Augusta over. I know he’ll try to resist being arrested. I know Augusta is heading to my house and no one can stand in his way now. I could have told him to go ahead and turn his self into the police; he wouldn’t have until his mission was completed.

Start walking toward the front door because I am almost there. I want to see AJ before I turn myself into the police. That was mighty quick. I didn’t think he would be here this quick I said to myself. I do not ask any question about him arriving to my house so fast. I say, Okay, Augusta! I will be waiting for you at the front door.

Augusta stated he would turn himself in to the police after he sees AJ; I wonder what he really means behind this? Maybe it’s not his fault if he’s willing to turn himself in to the police. Maybe it was plain old self-defense. Augusta wouldn’t kill a person over nothing. He’s not that cold blooded. He believes a man has a right to protect himself if he’s being physically harmed. I know my man and he’s no cold blooded killer. I was giving Augusta every benefit of a doubt; what he did tonight was self-defense. As I think out aloud, I hear a loud truck pulling up. I look out the window and see Augusta getting out of a gray Ford pickup truck F-150. Augusta hides his hands behind his back while getting out of the truck. I look in concern upon trying to figure out what’s Augusta hiding behind his back. Augusta has a very angry look on his face as he stands tall right beside the gray truck. He looks toward the front door and sees me looking out of the window at him. He begins walking toward the door with his hand hidden behind him. I can’t see what he’s carrying. I become very nervous because I see this crazy look in his eyes. It’s almost like a drunk and sober look.

I had witness a look like this before in the past that Augusta now wears on him face. It wasn’t a pretty picture. He once had torn up a local company named Batesville Casket Company out of Vicksburg, Mississippi. Augusta acted a dam fool that day; he had everyone scared at worked. The company had fired Augusta for coming into work late. He also had alcohol on his breath and that was another reason he got fired. He denied drinking before coming to work, but his boss knew better. They wanted him to take a breath analyzer test, but he refused it. He demanded his check if they were going to fire him. He said he wasn’t leaving until they paid him the money they owed him. Those white folks were terrified. The police came trying to calm him down. They eventually cut him a check, so he would leave. The company didn’t want to have him arrested because of my daddy, Johnathan. My daddy is a very hard working man, who has worked at Batesville Casket Company for over thirty seven years. He’s the supervisor at Batesville Casket Company on his shift. My daddy is the reason why Augusta had a job. My daddy tried to help us out by getting Augusta hired before AJ was born. Augusta only made a mess of things. He blames my dad for them firing him, but my dad is not the one to blame. He decided to come to work with alcohol on his breath and late. It never was my dad fault. He would always have this crazy look in his eyes when he drinks. You never knew what Augusta was thinking with a crazy look like this one. He is a big man indeed, who I never under estimate for one second. Augusta is a man that stands about seven feet in height, two hundred sixty five pounds, brown skin with sandy red hair. Augusta had a bad temper that lingers around like a bad smell. He could still be upset about what has happen, but only God knows.

Augusta is now at the front door. He tries to open the door, but its lock. He shakes on the door knob saying, Open the door! I unlock the door and turn the knob. I twist the door knob to the right and left very forcefully. I’m trying Augusta, but it won’t open. Augusta looks at me through the glass door trying to open the door. Push in on the door Roe and then shake it a little. He frowns up trying to tell me how to open my own door like I am doing something wrong. I’m trying, but it still won’t open! The door seem to be stuck or something, Augusta. Augusta stands with his hands still behind his back very secretively while I’m trying to open the door. He sees me struggling trying to open the door. Next, he takes his right hand from around his back. He tries to help me open the door by shaking and twisting the door knob. After fidgeting with the door for three or more minutes, I think Augusta will give up. He’ll probably go ahead and turn himself into the police since the door is stuck. Augusta shouts out, Come on and try the back door, Roe! Meet me at the back door. He doesn’t move until I move away from the front door. His left hand is still hidden behind him. Okay, I said. I am frighten like a little school girl. I’m nervous walking slowly to the back door thinking what has happened tonight so bad Augusta had to take a man life? I’m puzzled because I really want to know what went on before I open up the door for him. The door jams up on me tonight, which has never happen to me before. I really couldn’t open the front door. Is this a sign I wonder? Should I open the back door for him? I didn’t even know what happened and why it happened? All types of question are going through my mind at this very moment walking toward the back door.

I arrive to the solid white door which is my back door. I can’t see in or out of this door. I didn’t know if Augusta was still caring something in his hands. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Roe! Roe! Open the door! Roe! Roe! I’m standing in front of the solid white door looking through the peep hole. I only see Augusta face and nothing else. I’m thinking should I trust Augusta enough to open this door for him. I don’t response to Augusta as he calls out my name. I’m nervous and trembling as I reach out for the door knob. I unlock the lock and open the door up slowly. Augusta pushes the door open looking me dead in my eyes with his hands still hidden behind his back. I back up backward as he follows me while looking me straight in my eyes. He starts to bring his right hand up from behind his back. My eyes start to get bigger and sweat start pouring down my face. As he brings his hand up in front of him, I see a gun in his left hand.

Augusta, baby! What’s wrong? My voice is trembling in fear as I try to talk to Augusta nervously. I pray this fool won’t do anything to harm me or our child. Why? Why didn’t you come to pick me up? Don’t you love me anymore, Roe? He looks me in my eyes and I see a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Yes, Augusta, I do love you baby. I’ve always love you! Baby, please just put the gun down, so we can talk about it. I look Augusta into his eyes trying to plead with him to put down the gun. Talk about it, Augusta screams in my face! Talk about what, Roe! You tell me what we need to talk about since I’m the one being played for a fool! Tell me why, Augusta cries out! I jump in fear with tears streaming down my face. I’m confused because Augusta keep implying like I have done something wrong. His eyes are blood shot red and he smells like a liquor bottle. Augusta is drunk and crying that’s a bad combination. I know he acts a fool when he’s drunk, but I have never witness him this crazy. I am puzzle and a frown comes across my face. Why? Why, what, Augusta? I will tell you anything you want to know. Just tell me what you are talking about, I said with tears running down my face. I just heard tonight that AJ is not my child from the man I kill tonight. You been fucking around on me? I will blow your mutha fucking head off Roe if you lie to me! I look at Augusta in shock. My eyes buck when he tells me what he has heard tonight. My heart is racing as I say, Sleeping around! Sleeping around with whom? Augusta can sense the fear in my voice. He bites on his lower lip giving me an evil look. He yells out, You know who got dammit! You know who you been fucking! I try to plead with him by saying, No, I don’t know who or what you’re talking about, Augusta. Tears are still pouring down my face. I use my hand as tissue to wipe my face. As I wipe my eyes, my nose is also running. I sniff a couple of times and say, Augusta, I have no idea who you are talking about. Please tell me who I suppose to be sleeping with? Augusta looks at me and bluntly says, The nigga friend I killed tonight. I killed his friend Eddie Jackson tonight. I hesitate to talk as Augusta inches the gun up with a demonic look in his eyes. I think he’s losing his mind as he starts to wave the gun at me. The gun is tightly gripped in his hands. He’s waiting for an answer from me, but I’m torn up from the insides after hearing the name Augusta calls. I try to stay calm as I get my thoughts together. What’s wrong with you? Augusta, you have shot and killed my cousin! That’s my daddy brother child Lil Ed! I look at Augusta in disbelief after what he has told me. I don’t want to believe this is true. I put my hand on my head because I felt a sharp pain in the center of my forehead. Augusta yells out, I know who he is and I don’t care that nigga is your cousin! He should have told me no shit like that. He’ll be more careful what’s coming out of his mouth now! I take my hand from my head and look up after Augusta said he didn’t care. I frown with tears coming out of my eyes as I say, Augusta, do really here yourself? Do you know how this sound? That’s my blood cousin and you have killed him! Why, Augusta! Why would you kill my cousin! I fall to my knees. I just can’t believe what Augusta has just said to me. This was my Uncle Eddie Jackson Sr. child. What’s wrong with Augusta? He killed my blood cousin tonight. My cousin Lil Ed is always joking. He wouldn’t hurt a fly. We grew up together like sisters and brothers. He’s always joking, but I can’t believe Lil Ed said anything like this to Augusta. I don’t think my heart can take any more pain as I lie on the floor crying. Augusta walks up beside me. He holds the gun up and points it toward my head. I feel the pressure of the gun on my temple. I cry out, Augusta, I swear before cheese and crackers that AJ is your son. I have never in my life cheated on you Augusta and you know that!

Why would your cousin tell me that you are sleeping with his friend? Augusta still has the gun pointing to my temple. I am crying because Lord knows I don’t want to die like this. As I lay on this cold floor, I never thought my baby daddy would be standing over me with a gun pointing to my head on my birthday. Augusta starts to count out loud, giving me ten seconds until he blows my head off. Augusta yells, One! I am still lying on the floor helplessly. Three! I am zoning in and out as I see images of my cousin reaching out for my hand. Six! I see my cousin face telling me to tell his father he love him. Seven! He lets go my hand and he floats away. Eight! I regain my focus. I got to be a mother to my child. Nine! I can’t