Eastside Revenge Love, Sex, Money

By Desmond Shepherd

A tale of two brothers caught up in a drug deal gone sour. Experience the suspense of Eastside Revenge witness the Florida riders versus the good old Georgia boys as they battle it out in the streets of the infamous c-port city of Savannah Georgia.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emphaloz Publishing House
• Release date: Mar 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386105909

Desmond Shepherd

Desmond Shepherd is the author of many novels and short stories, including the emotionally gripping tale Imaginary Me and the episodic series The Permanent Man. He writes for your enjoyment, to stimulate imagination and to provide an escape from your everyday life. He thanks you for reading the fictional journeys he writes.Desmond resides in an old farmhouse in the Philadelphia suburbs with his wonderful wife and three children.

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Chapter 1: The Smith Residence

Simultaneously, Kevin turned down his music and pulled the big pearl white,1987 box Chevy into the driveway of 1107 East 71st street. The tall, two story red brick structure stood in the far right corner of the lot, nestled in an expanse of greenery consisting of neatly trimmed azalea bush’s, palm trees, multi colored red, white and purple crape myrtle’s complimented by strategically placed knock out roses that lined the bases of large magnolia trees and a golf course manicured lawn that, surrounded the entire inner city estate which, included a six car garage that sat a few feet back from a full wrap-around drive way of stone pavers. He hit the horn twice and waited for her to come outside. The carved mahogany, main entrance door flew open and she ran down the stairs two at a time. She stood five- foot-six inches tall in her size seven and a half black and gold Alba open toe flats that displayed her long, sexy, evenly spaced toes which were painted a shiny royal blue accenting her perfectly arched feet. She weighed one- hundred and thirty pounds and if you had to distribute her weight proportionately, she would definitely have about fifty pounds in her ass which was high, round and firm resting right below the base of her back which was arched even while standing, just like her feet, the rest of her weight balanced out her slim frame from head to toe. Her black polo shorts hugged her ass and her matching collared polo top, held her big yellow breast close like loving hands. Her long, shiny black hair rest playfully down her back and the front of her shirt, a small white polo man on a white horse was playing polo by himself on her left breast. Her neck was long and kissable from the base of her jaw to her collarbone connecting to a cleavage that a man could get lost in. Her bright, yellow skin tone classified her as a redbone, not that dusty orange but more like a bright yellow. Her name was Latara Smith she was eighteen and in love with a dope boy.

She walked towards the car, digging her toes into the thick green grass. Her full hips swaying side to side with each step that she took, mimicking a leaf falling in the wind of a gentle summer’s breeze. He felt the usual stirring in his crotch that would occur every time his mind would shift from love to lust; she was wearing the large Gucci link he had brought her for Valentine’s Day earlier this year, the site of it made him smile a wide, gold tooth smile that seemed to glow against his dark, chocolate skin. He was always draped up and dripped out from the gold in his mouth to both of his wrist; one with a huge crushed diamond, gold Watch, the other with a large Cuban link bracelet and a 2 karat diamond incased in gold pinky ring. He was wearing a blue polo shirt with the red polo man, blue polo shorts and blue polo canvas shoes with red pin stripe around the sole and enough gold around his neck to need security, which is why he always carried a 380 Glock. Kevin was 19 years old, six foot two and a former wide receiver for the Savannah High School Blue jackets and he could have went pro but he fell in love with the streets, he was well built and slightly bow legged, Latara found his size and build to be very sexy, she loved being in his long muscular arms and would often fall asleep on his chiseled chest and abs because for some reason, she felt safe around him. He wasn’t her first but his sex was amazing as she would find herself creaming all over his big, black dick, sometimes as soon as he would push inside her. She felt a tingle in her pussy as she reminisced on why she loved him. He rolled down the window and a blast of cool water cologne and baby powder hit her in the face. He always sprayed it because it was strong enough to mask the smell of the kind- bud he had just smoked and ashed, as he pulled in the driveway.

Hey, babe what’s up? He asked when she reached the car. She was tracing an invisible line around the trim of the driver window. Nothing much, just chilling. I was wondering what to do with myself, on a night like this! She answered, suggestively. You want to go for a ride, go get something to eat and, maybe later you can let me suck that fat pussy? He finished, with a devilish grin. She matched his smile with one of her own because she had also been thinking about a night of hot sex between the two of them. It had been two weeks since she had sucked his dick and sent him home early that night because her period came on. Pushing away from the driver door she put her hands on her hips and stood back on her legs. His eyes traced up and down her body from her toes to her eyes and back down to her toes. The door of the ‘86 Chevy Caprice swung open and he motion for her with his left hand to come and sit on his lap. She walked towards him backwards braced herself on the door and began to twerk to 8ball and MJG’s, don’t flex baby. Kevin was enjoying the show watching as her big, red ass bounced up and down when a sky blue, two door, hard top convertible BMW pulled into the driveway beside them. The car had tinted windows but the silhouette of her father, a man named Anthony Smith gave him away. He was a retired gunnery sergeant after 25 years in the Marine Corps, turned lawyer. Mr. Smith had the usual pit bull look on his face, a look of rage, pain, struggle, and old age catching up with the outline of his furrowed brow from an oppressed childhood while growing up in the sixties, but despite his description he had worked long and fought hard for the place he now held in society; as a very wealthy and respected man in Chatham county, especially down at the court house. Wisdom covered his face and temples blending like salt and pepper on top of his dark brown skin. Despite his ruthlessness in the court room, Mr. Smith had a characteristic that was second to none, it was (love) and he seemed to have a lot of it for Kevin. Of the few young men he allowed to see his daughter in the past, Kevin was the most manners able, considerate, humble and interesting. Mr. Smith would have never suspected, or even believed, in the slightest that Kevin sold drugs, jacked people, or smoked weed, even though Kevin always had money and lots of gold accessories. In hind sight, Kevin had all the characteristics of a thug and drug dealer except the attitude and his baby girl was crazy about the dark skin boy with the nice cars and clothes.

Latara! Her father called out to her as he stepped from the shiny car. Mr. Smith stood tall and dashing against the bright blue sky His Armani suit looked like it had just been pressed, even thought he had worn it all day. He removed his briefcase from the backseat and closed the door with a practiced gesture letting his fingers glide across the top of the door until it clicked shut, as he set the alarm to his car with his free hand. Boo- boo- boop! The alarm cried. Where might you and my favorite son- in law be going tonight? He asked, in a gentle voice. OH! Nowhere special daddy. the movies the mall and maybe dinner, she answered walking over to give her father a hug. Well don’t let me hold you two up, the sooner you get where you’re going the safer, I will feel. he implied. He held her close, as she embraced him, she could smell his black suede cologne. The aroma filled her nostrils and briefly carried her back to her days as a youth when she would wake up for school and walk the long hallway of their home to the bathroom after her father had left for his office. The smell of old spice was strong and loud as if he was still home. Remember, I love you both, and be careful, you know how these fools get in the summer, seems to me no one believes in the good lord anymore! He finished, sounding more like a minister than a lawyer. Okay daddy, we will she responded, with a smile and light kiss on his cheek. Kevin never spoke; he gave his greeting with a nod of his head that was returned as Mr. Smith made his way to the stair case that lead to the study on the right side of his home. "In Kevin’s mind even after all