Wrong Turn Right

By J Williams

A compelling story based on true events about a young kid forced to choose between two neighborhood gangs. After bringing war to most of his childhood friends, lines are drawn and bloodshed spills heavy into the streets of Boston. It's all fair game, until he looses his best friend and a revenge murder happens in the suburbs. With police watching his every move and his enemies just waiting for a chance to catch him slippin, "8" turns up the heat.

Wrong Turn Right is the first book of a trilogy that tells the beginning story of how "8" became a member of the Notorious Belnel Dogs Gang. Follow "8" as he takes you on a rollercoaster ride of emotions and bear witness to his gang's rise to power, corruption and success.

With murder and deception all around him, will "8" continue his path of destruction, become prey to the streets or face life behind bars.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J Williams
• Release date: Apr 7, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005915100

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WRONG

TURN

RIGHT

J. WILLIAMS

Title: Wrong Turn Right

Copyright © 2020 by Jameel Williams. All rights reserved.

Author: J. Williams

Publisher: Casual Business Moves Publishing Inc.

ISBN No: eFile

Editing/Typesetting: 21st Street Urban Editing & Publishing Group

Graphic Designer: So Hood GFX

Names, characters, places and incidences included in this book have been changed. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Any duplication of the material must be approved in writing by the copyright holder. No reproductions for educational purposes allowed without approval from the publisher. All rights reserved.

Dedication

This book is dedicated to the most loyal and understanding person I know – my Mom! Forever my source of inspiration, you stood by me in my darkest of days while I sat in a jail cell, facing the possibility of losing my freedom forever.

You gave me light when darkness was all around me. When my faith started to falter, you gave me the strength to keep pushing on. You will always be the single most important woman in my life and I am lucky to have you as my mother.

Thank you for never turning your back on me when others walked away. When all is said and done, I hope I make you proud.

Forever my Queen!

Your Grateful Son,

J. Williams

Author’s Note

I never thought I would enter a world where best friends would become enemies and new friends could cost you your freedom. A place where money comes and goes, and treachery is everywhere. As a youth I glamorized the ‘GAME’ not knowing it was a pitfall to keep the black youth in a revolving circle of despair. Society made me hate my fellow brothers and believe we were sworn enemies. In the end this hate would cost me my relationship with my kids, fortunes and over a decade of my life lost to the system.

A heart once cold as ice, has now been warmed over by love. I no longer share resentment, I no longer wish bad on others and I no longer consider anyone my enemy. This was my life and I'm telling my story, but I'm done with the losses. If my story can help even one youth succeed, I wouldn't care if he came from the opposite side. What I have realized in life is the more you're around someone you start to realize you’re more alike than different. I took many wrong turns in life, but I ended up right where I am supposed to be.

The good, the bad and the ugly, this is my story.

Introduction

Coming into this world, I had no idea how much of an impact ‘The Game’ would have on me. No one warned me the world I was so attracted to could hide so many dangerous elements. The rules of ‘The Game’ seemed so easy. Get to the bag, don’t take any shit, and don’t snitch under any circumstances. In return you were blessed with women, fortune and an O.G. status.

Only in this dangerous game, kids don’t have pockets full of quarters lined up to play. Everyone gets one quarter and you play to win or lose in the Game of Life. Most coming into ‘The Game’ never get off the first level. Higher rankings today, could mean sure death tomorrow. This is the life we chose, and most of us would have it no other way.

Sticking to my set of rules would eventually make me, and then break me, only to put me on a scale I could never imagine both good and bad.

Welcome to my tales from the dark side. A place where your cousins will murder you and killers become your best friends and confidants. I'm talking friends killing friends, brothers turning their backs on their blood and the dark treachery behind the shadows of a snitch’s eyes.

The life in this book is unimaginable anywhere, but somehow happened on the bloody streets of Boston. They don't call it the City of Champions for nothing. Only niggas in my hood don't play ball.

Chapter 1

Igrew up a scrawny, brown skinned, terror that never seemed to grow at a normal rate. It's funny because even though I was small in stature, I always possessed the heart of a lion. Add to the fact I was always willing to take it a few steps further than anyone sensible, made me outright dangerous.

I can recall a tale my mom used to brag about at all the family gatherings. One day one of my cousins ran home from school and banged frantically on the door. Hearing the ruckus, my mom bolted for the door. She swung the door open in haste and saw my cousin standing there in distress. Instantly, she was worried as she looked over his shoulder.

Where is your cousin?

He's at the bus stop beating up three kids because they said something to me.

My mom looked at him crazy and shouted, Well, what are you doing standing here?

****

I ended up getting kicked out of that elementary school but my love for Jam stayed the same over the years. We grew up on Herbert Street, off of Park Street in the Dorchester section of Boston. It was a nice, middle-class neighborhood at the time compared to some other parts of the city. I would be lying if I said I came from the projects or had to worry about where my next meal was coming from. Just the opposite. My mom struggled to get her degrees but once she got established, she was a provider as a mother and father.

I grew up in a mostly stable environment. Grandpops owned a huge, one-family house that he converted into a two-family home since it had three floors. My uncle Ron stayed on the first level in an open floor room concept. Upstairs on the second floor is where my Grandpop, Mom and I lived. On the third floor there were three rooms, one of them being empty. My uncle John stayed in the middle room with enough music equipment to throw a club. Next to his room stayed my Aunt Bev along with my cousin, Jam and Jada. As you see, a full house.

I would wake up to food being cooked and music being blasted on all levels. Grandpop was a retired Navy cook so that was his passion. He was the O.G. in the family and played nothing but the classics of his time. Upstairs, my Uncle John would be playing all the hits of his era, so I grew up able to rock to almost any type of music.

The house next door was owned by my Aunt Jean and my three cousins, Saleema, Tasha and the youngest, Madeena.

My aunt also owned a big six-family house on the same street we lived on that stretched around to Park Street. There lived my Uncle John’s kids, Kameela, John-John and Keisha. Fair to say, the Williams weren’t a family you wanted to confront in the neighborhood.

For some reason trouble always seemed to find me at an early age. I often wondered if I was the cause of all the trouble or if I just had bad luck. Turns out, it was a little of both. What was obvious is I had a knack for getting into shit. Where others would look to have normal fun, I would look to push the envelope and do something devious. I found amusement in trying to be grown before my age.

A classic example, I couldn't have been more than eight or nine years old when I got a new a BMX bike. All the kids in the neighborhood would take their bikes to a dirt path, where they could pop wheelies and try new jumps. I was on my second spin when I spotted some kids playing at a house below the path. I recognized a few of them so I yelled down.

Hey, can I come play with you guys?

The kids yelled back no, and then went into the house. In my mind, something had to be done. Not sure why retaliation made sense, but it would be a feeling I would live with for the rest of my life. The next thing I knew, I was throwing about twenty rocks at the house, busting out every window I could hit. The sensible thing to do would have been to ride off, but that's not how my mind worked. They were in the wrong for disrespecting me and I was just sticking up for myself.

I knew the kids from around the neighborhood, but I didn't necessarily hang with them. For the most part, none of the kids my age were allowed to hang with me. I’m guessing because of times like this. It wasn't long before I had a whole mob chasing me down the street.

You would think looking back and seeing a bunch of grown parents running with bats and sticks would scare an eight-year-old to death. Not me, I ran like a happy dog smiling with his tongue flapping from side to side. I was that bold and arrogant way before my teens. They almost had me, until my family got word there was a lynch mob chasing me around in circles. The Williams family came out in full force and naturally, the other family wimped out. My mom was livid.

What did you think you was going to do when you caught up with him? Whatever you thought, it would have been a hundred times worse for you if you touched my baby!

That was one house that could count us out on fixing their windows. Oh well, since mom didn't believe in whipping her children, I just got accustomed to doing bad.

FAST FORWARD…

1987

Chapter 2

My mom had been dating Earl for a minute, but over the last few years things had gotten serious. We ended up moving to 4 Oakcrest Road in the Mattapan/Hyde Park section of Boston. Nothing big. It was a small, two-bedroom apartment but it suited our needs. The apartment building was located in a middle-class neighborhood with an elementary school, a middle school and a high school all within a half mile radius. Prime real estate. We were all a bunch of snotty nose kids in school back then. There was no beef, you were either cool or you weren't. Me, I always had a certain charisma, so I got along with pretty much everyone.

I went to school with a crew called RIF that actually had some real cool dudes. There was Shoebox, Boogie, L, Mike the Fly Guy, Lil J, Rich, Mal and his little brother, Tat. Can't forget the big homies, Ed and Mel. In school we clowned around and did everything we could to disrupt the classrooms. One of the best ways to do this was by messing with the females.

Picture a classroom in one of those movies where everyone is going crazy. Best believe the second a teacher turned their back, they missed five events behind them. For the most part, teachers got a pass but a few times a year they could expect something coming their way.

We had more than our share of troublemakers but nine times out of ten, you could look over at Mike Fly and see that stupid grin. That was a sure sign it was about to go down. One act would provoke a wave of dumb shit.

We were young, dumb and wild. That was our life until the older dudes Boogie, Shoebox and L, started getting heavy into stealing cars. They were in middle school, barely able to see over the dash for Christ’s sake. It went from us being amazed seeing it done for the first time, to them jacking high end whips for joyriding purposes. You know it's bad when you're in middle school and the teachers know your friends steal cars. Talk about brazen. They would ride stolen whips right up to the school. Shit, a few times I jumped out after needing a ride myself.

I ended up forming a solid bond with some of them. I was always the type to chill with my boys in Hyde Park for a few hours after school, mostly at the pizza shop. Then I would make the short walk back to my apartment building. After homework, I would be outside running the streets until it was late at night. Well, what was considered late for an eleven-year-old.

I lied about my age constantly in the neighborhood. I hated being young and I wanted to be grown yesterday. Seeing how fly I was for a lil nigga, I ended up getting scooped up by the older dudes. There was Freaky Ty, A1, Fat Boy and a few others. You would think being young I would be beneath the guys a little older than me, but it was just the opposite. I was the lil nigga to be looked up to by kids my age. Imagine as a kid being snuck into a high school. I thought I was the man. Hyde Park High was less than a minute walk from Elijah Elementary School, so it was easy to let me hang for a bit.

Once we formed RIF, we became even tighter. Almost every day after school we would walk to Ross Field and have wrestling matches. I was the shortest of the crew so usually I matched up with Mal. Time after time, I would toss his ass down the hill, tumbling into the grass. There was always animosity more on his end than mine, but I didn't care. One thing we always did was shake hands after our matches, keeping it cordial. From there we would all walk to the pizza shop, get a few slices and then sit around gossiping. It was at this very shop that I heard the word Belnel for the first time. We were sitting outside the pizza shop eating and watching traffic when an old MBTA bus pulled up. The rear door opened, and everyone tensed up. That's when a tall lady strutted right past us into a convenience store located next to the shop. The second she walked in someone spoke up.

Yo! That's the leader of them Belnel niggas right there.

I wondered if I’d missed something since the only person I saw get off the bus was a woman. She was wearing stretch pants and looking young for her age, so it was odd no one looked her way. The lady exited the store and walked back up the street, puffing on a cigarette. My mind was racing. Whose mother is this and is she really that big of a deal?

When she got out of ears reach, someone said, You know she packs a .32 every day.

Now I was doing a double take, watching her long hair bop side to side. This made my eyes pop open. Never had I seen a lady command this much respect around my dudes. If anything, we took every chance we could to make it known we were men and they were women. What you call being stupid. It was nearing time for me to head home, so I gave everyone dap. Deep in my mind, the mysterious lady intrigued me.

Chapter 3

Iwas now starting to get in deeper with the crew closer to home. Me and a kid named Dre had gotten especially close since I moved into the neighborhood. He lived right up the street from me and was the little brother of Freaky Ty. However, now instead of getting into it with Mal, I was having misunderstandings with Dre. To be honest, it really didn't have anything to do with me as much as it had to do with his older brothers always ragging on him. He looked up to them, so naturally he wanted to always be up under them.

Not only was I accepted by the older dudes, but Dre hated when they would say, Act like Jameel and not like a little bitch. Now Dre was no bitch by any means, but you know how it is when your little brother gets on your nerves.

****

Daily, the whole gang use to hang in front of Dre’s house or the parking lot of my buildings. Today we happened to be in front of Dre’s house, clowning around. There had to be about six of us out there. Everyone in the neighborhood knew Dre had one of the meanest dogs around that barked non-stop. So here we are in front of one of the nicer houses in the area, when all hell broke loose.

Someone accidently left the gate open from the backyard, and out sprinted this big German Shepard dog. No sweat, everyone was quick on the draw. I jumped on one of the two big cinder blocks connected to the entrance of the front gate. Meanwhile, Dre was chasing the dog in circles while everyone was laughing at the close call. I'll be the first to admit, it was funny at first. It was all fun and games until I saw Dre make an attempt to grab the big menace and miss. The dog spun his hind legs just in time to avoid being snatched up. Frozen, my hysterical laugh instantly turned into a loud shriek as I watched the hind legs pushing in my direction.

I made a split-second decision to make a run for it before the beast jumped at the platform. I missed my chance to relocate when I was laughing. Now I was on foot running for my life. In reality, I took about four steps and fell flat on my face. If that wasn't enough, this mean ass dog was all over me like I was a juicy steak dinner. Between screams of pain, All I could think was, Damn! They don’t feed this monster? I heard of dogs biting you, but this predator was taking chunks out of my back. It seemed like I was flailing on the ground for a good ten minutes. In all honesty, it was more like fifteen seconds, but I felt worse than a thief with a stolen TV and a police dog on his ass.

When Dre finally got control of his dog, my back was a mess. My shirt was torn to pieces from the razor-sharp teeth, constantly tearing into my flesh. I could feel the blood pouring down my back as I tried to stay calm.

Damn! I'll be back.

I walked away as normal as possible, but on the inside my back was on fire. As bad as I was hurt, I knew the real wrath would be coming from my mom. She could be over the top at times, especially for someone like me who was always into trouble. When I got home as expected, my mom was enraged. She told my step pops to go have a talk with the family up the street. I wasn't there, but from that day on our families were at odds. Those scars would remain with me for the rest of my life but wouldn’t be my last battle scars.

Chapter 4

Iwent from being the cool kid in the neighborhood, to having problems where I usually hung. I mean, I was still cool with almost everyone around the way, but it would be awkward when we hung at Dre's house. Before the dog bite, we were tight like wolves but since then, me and Dre's relationship had been distant.

You know what they say, time heals all wounds. Unfortunately, three incidents would come in between our friendship for life. First, mom ended up suing Dre's parents to cover the costs of my medical bills and for pain and suffering.

Then, maybe two months down the line, Dre was playing next to my step pop’s car on his bike and accidently bumped it. Now this was only a Chevy Cavalier