Ghetto Tales Of Anguish part 1

By J. Brinkley

Dewain Perkins always thought about living a better life, aside from the underworld. Then secrets, greed and jealousy crept into his life and caused betrayal and death.
Dewain cannot rest until he discovers who is behind the fatalities of those close to him and once he finds out who it is, he begins to rally up a few troops to get his revenge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. Brinkley
• Release date: Oct 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781393334330

J. Brinkley

About The Author Currently an independent author, Jonas Brinkley was born in Georgia and raised by his mother in Tift County. His writing talent manifested from his teen years and by the encouragement from his relatives and friends. He developed it by taking the relevant college courses that honed not only his writing skills but also his knowledge on various fields like Theosophy and Business. He founded ( Voice Of My Ancestors ) Voma Publications LLC. J. Brinkley's unconventional philosophies about life and love are a gift that ought to be shared with the world via writing.

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Chapter One

Bang, Bang! The gun shots rang. People screamed and scattered in every direction, trying to avoid the gun play. Two dudes were hit and they laid on the floor of the apartment, holding their wounds and moaning.

Yeah, pussy nigga, you know what it is! Where them bands? Eric said, while putting his foot on the dude’s back so he couldn’t move while he searched his pockets.

Please, don’t kill me, the dude mumbled and stuttered.

I ain’t nigga. Just tell me where your pretty little stash at, Eric uttered sarcastically.

It’s in the kitchen cabinet behind the can goods, dude cried. I need medical attention.

Just hold on, bruh. I got chu. Eric nodded at two of his soldiers to go check the kitchen cabinets. He looked at the other dude who was shot and laying still on the floor. Apparently, he had bled out.

A lot of rumbling emerged from the kitchen and after a minute or two, Eric’s crew came out carrying a duffle bag full of coke and money.

We all set, Eric’s soldier said.

Fo sho, Eric replied, then shot dude in the back of the head with his Desert Eagle .40 caliber.

They all ran out of the apartment and vanished into the night.

Eric made his way home to see that his kids were already in bed. He opened the door to his bedroom as he heard soft music playing. Candles were lit, which led the way to the bed where Keyshia lay with nothing on but a bottomless negligee. Eric looked at her with a wicked smile as he walked over to the bed. He unfastened his belt, pulled his pants and boxers off then took his shirt off and crawled in bed over her.

She looked into his dark brown eyes and bit her bottom lip, then smiled as he began to caress her body with his masculine hands. He placed soft, warm kisses starting from the top of her head. He slowly moved down to her dark brown, erect nipples and on to her naval. Keyshia began to moan in ecstasy as he made his way down to her inner thighs and kissed them passionately. Finally he reached her hot pussy, spread her pussy lips open and massaged them with his fingers. He licked her clitoris with his tongue as she moaned. He allowed her clitoris to enter into his mouth as he started to tease it with his tongue. She arched her back and grabbed Eric’s head.

Oh shit, baby... right there, Keyshia whispered while being caught in the heat of passion.

Eric continued to suck her clit. He inserted his index finger into her wet pussy and finger fucked her vaginal walls, reaching her G spot. She began to moan louder and begged him to bring her to climax, but he stopped and blew on her sweet pearl, causing her to go crazy. He turned her over on all fours and started licking her from behind until her toes curled and Keyshia began to convulse.

That’s when Eric decided to penetrate her juicy pussy with his hard dick from behind. He gave her what she wanted the most, a good stiff dick. They fucked like crazy for a few hours until they were both extremely exhausted. Sweat dripped from both of them and their breathing was heavy. After a few minutes, they regained their composure and fell to sleep in each other’s arms.

~**************~

The day after the lick, the sun was out, beaming relentlessly. Eric was awakened by his six-year-old son, Maurice and his four-year-old daughter, Nika.

Daddy, Daddy! Wake up! Breakfast is ready! They yelled while hitting his arms with their tiny hands.

Ok, bad bugs. I’m up, Eric grunted, pushing the covers off and stretching.

Yay! Nika screamed with a big smile.

He sat on the side of the bed and hugged them. Tell your mom I’ll be at the table in a minute. I need to brush my teeth and wash my face first.

Ok, Maurice said. He grabbed his little sister’s hand and they walked out of the room and back into the kitchen.

Momentarily, Eric appeared in the kitchen. He was dressed in white Air Force Ones, black Jabo shorts and a white wife beater, which showed off his athletic physique. He sat at the table next to his beautiful high school sweetheart, Keyshia.

Hi, baby, Keyshia said, as she fixed his plate of food.

Hi, sweetheart, Eric responded, kissing Keyshia on the forehead.

They ate and talked together until, toward the end of his meal, his cell phone rang. He looked at his phone to see who was calling, it was his right hand man, Dewain.

Excuse me, baby, I gotta take this, Eric said, then slid his chair out and walked into the back room.

Yo, what’s up? Eric answered.

Kinfolk, what’s good? You coming by the trap today? Dewain asked.

Yeah. Give me about thirty minutes, Eric replied.

A’ight. Zaybo and the crew is at Puckett Park at the moment, watching the city repair the street lights.

Business done been handled? Eric asked.

Say no more, Dewain responded.

Bet. See ya soon, boi.

Yep.

Eric walked back into the kitchen where Keyshia was already standing at the kitchen sink, washing dishes. He walked up behind her, hugged her and then kissed her on her right cheek.

Baby, thank you for the delicious breakfast. I gotta get to the trap, Eric said, then peeled off five one hundred dollar bills.

You welcome, baby. Eric, be safe. Please. I’ll really be glad when you get out of the streets, Keyshia spoke softly, but with much concern.

And do what, Keyshia? Eric asked.

Get a legitimate job, baby.

Bae, them crackers ain’t hiring no nigga that’s a two time felon, Eric said a little aggressively.

Ok, fine, Eric. Just be safe. Keyshia inhaled deeply, then exhaled and shook her head slowly, showing her disapproval. But what could she do? Eric’s mind was already made up.

As Eric approached the door, he hugged his kids and kissed them goodbye.

Love you, Daddy, they both said as he closed the door behind him.

Eric walked a few blocks to get to Puckett Park, where Zaybo, Karlos and Dewain waited patiently. Eric spotted them sitting on the bench, drinking and smoking. He kind of figured what it was, but didn’t know exactly until he got a little closer up on them. All he could smell was that gas.

There go my muthafuckin nigga! What’s up, kinfolk? Dewain said excitedly, dapping him up.

Nothing much, bruh. Just taking it a day at a time. Eric asked, Zaybo, Karlos, what’s the word?

Coolin, ready to get on the grind, Zaybo said.

I’m good. I been keeping my ear tuned to the streets. I hear that nigga, Rico’s people trying to find out who killed him, Karlos said, rubbing his chin.

Oh yeah? Eric responded curiously.

Fo sho. Word is he was plugged in with the Mexican gang, MS13. That’s who he got his work from, Karlos said.

That’s what’s up! Nobody know we did it. So we ain’t got nothing to worry about, Eric explained.

Right! Dewain nodded his head.

All we gotta do is stick to the code. Never get too flashy, watch what we say around people and always..., I mean always, be loyal amongst each other. Death before dishonor is our motto, Eric said, then pounded the members of his crew as they nodded their heads, showing their approval.

A’ight, nigga, enough of this Rev. Al Sharpton shit. Let’s hit this trap and make this money, Dewain said and everybody laughed.

Ole ‘I had a dream’ ass nigga! Zaybo said jokingly.

Fuck both of y’all, Eric said, laughing himself.

They got up and walked to the trap house, which sat around the corner. There was just enough furniture in the house for