John Haynes The Man With Nothing To Lose

By Shawn James

Power! Six months after losing the criminal empire he ran in the South Bronx, Marcus Jeffries is a man with nothing to lose. When Lucifer gives him the power to get revenge on John Haynes, the man who he believes took everything from him he becomes The Block, an irresistible force who seeks to destroy everything and everyone who gets in his path to make John pay. Can the Man Who Rules The World move this unstoppable man mountain out of his way?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shawn James
• Release date: Jun 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463602324

Shawn James

Shawn James is the author of over seventy Books. A graduate of Monroe College he's been writing fiction and nonfiction for twenty years.

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John Haynes: The Man With Nothing To Lose

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By Shawn James

Copyright © 2020 Shawn James

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Chapter 1

Only a couple of days before I’m outta here.

Six months ago The Man Who Rules The World snapped his fingers and got me locked up. I thought I could show the world how crazy their new god was when me and my boys confronted him at the bullshit press conference he had at the CES 132 playground. But when I got in his face he had the cops show me the inside of a jail cell.

I wish I could get the world to see the truth about the so-called ruler of our world. I wish I could get them to see the punk motherfucker I used to know in Junior High school. All it takes is for the right person to push the right buttons and the real him comes out. And once the real him showed up he’d lose everything like he did when we were kids.

I scowl looking down at the picture of John on the dog-eared copy of Time Magazine I got from the Rikers Library. Look at that retarded motherfucker dressed in his custom made Brooks Brothers suit, white shirt, and red tie looking like a big shot. Got himself a fine woman, driving around in nice cars, and living large like he hit the lottery. I’d love to take it all from him just like me, Barry and Grayson did back in Junior High-

I hear footsteps marching down the hall. They’re too heavy to be an inmate, so it’s got to be one of the C.O’s. After I hear the buzz that unlocks my cell I feel the cold eyes of a guard burning into my back. You got a visitor Jeffries. The guard tells me as I turn and look over in his direction.

I ease up off my bed and follow the guard out of the cell block. As we make our way through the concrete maze of corridors and head into to the visitors room I wonder who’s coming to visit me. All my boys from the block are here on the island with me. Maybe my lawyer wants to talk about something regarding my case before we head to court on Friday.

When we get to the visitors room, I see my girl Katrina scowling at me. The slender chocolate colored woman wearing a slinky red dress and a black leather jacket has her arms folded across her chest. She definitely ain’t here to give me a conjugal visit. S’up Katrina. I greet. What's happening on the block?"

What you care Marcus? You ain’t running it no more. Katrina spits rolling her eyes.

What you talkin’ bout? I got people on Third Avenue running it for me-

Not no more. Mike Green and his boys in the Butler Houses done took over your territory.

That motherfucker. He took my spot?

What you think was gonna happen with you and your crew locked up in here?

I thought my people was gonna have my back-

You know that ain’t how it go in the street. If you ain’t in your place somebody gonna take it.

So you telling me everything I got on the street is gone?

Yeah. And so am I.

I jump out of my seat on hearing the bad news. What? you leaving me?

On seeing my hands clench into fists one of the C.O’s gestures for his baton. I fall into my seat and try to calm down. The last thing I need is a trip to solitary a week before my court date. "I just came to