War in the Jungle: A New Orleans Urban Novel

By AJ Bradford

Percy was feeling himself until his mobile roller phone rang.
hello. Perchy said.
Wassam Big dog Donte said from the other end of phone.
Tell me something good? Percy reply. Some dudes out the St. Bernard projects got a new dope spot popping and two females out the Lafitte projects got a new set too. Donte told Percy.
Is that right?
yep that right! I told you, your beef is my beef ya hear me
Get it on then you have my blessing Percy told Donte
Yeah, them niggas out the Bernard talking about how easy it was to jack a Cuban for 10 bricks
Wait, wait, wait a minute. Percy said in a calm, cool but collective voice because he knew never told no one how much dope was missing and now dude saying to much.
dont worry, dont worry my man. Percy told Donte before he hang up the phone.
Percy leaned over and grab his rolled up 100 dollar bill and sniffed three lines of that dope then took a long swallow from his Hennessey bottle before laying back going into a finer nodded. Perchy didnt give a fuck but long as mother fucker was dying blood being spilled behind something he created, that is all that matter. All the pieces was coming together to do with his sister but he just couldnt put his hands on it. Percy was caught off guard as the F.B.I. surrounded him in the police boat. The two naked Cuban females ran down to the bottom of the boat. Percy leaned up and took another snip of the dope because he knew the feds had to have some on him.
The murder of a two year old Cuban girl name Myia, sends blood spills in the streets of New Orleans, leaving every dope dealer with a price to pay. The only plan Donte has is to cover the blood on his own hands.
Tonight was on of them night where the homeless people wish they had air condition in their card boad boxes under the bridge in the big easy. Then the humility is very high with dry heat no wind blowing and mosquitoes flying around your head. It be so much dry heat that if you walk one block your clothes will start sticking to your body from the tempter that the humility admits down here in New Orleans ya heard me. But that was the last think on Donte and Omars mind.

They was driving down North Causeway Blvd. headed towards Metairie, LA.
Man dont let that white Lexus out ya sight. Donte told Omar.
They was following Mary home, Percy sister.
Donte had her route down pack it couldnt get no sweeter then this ya heard me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781504984980

AJ Bradford

Author AL Bradford 34 years of age born and raised in New Orleans Iberville projects 4th ward downtown. Al attendant Joseph A Clark high School But later obtain his GED.

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Published by AuthorHouse  03/19/2016

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

PROLOGUE

YEAR 2010

"One two three, one, one two three, two. Stretch it ladies, come on stretch it! The aerobics instructor yelled in a girl’s high voice to his class in the Y.M.C.A. center.

All of the 12 females were on their knees in a doggy style position stretching their arms forward with their head touching the ground.

Come on baby girl stretch that thing Donnie told Rebecca he was right up on her rubbing against her butt with his hands pushing her back down acting like he’s really trying to help her stretch.

Damn this bitch got a soft ass Donnie said to himself while getting up from behind Rebecca.

Girl I think Donnie be lusting off us Ashely told Jazzy.

Don’t worry about him girl because he is taking more dick than us Jazzy responded back to Ashely, then they both bust out laughing.

Alright ladies, this 45 minute class is over until tomorrow same time, same place, Donnie said while hitting Rebecca on her but telling her she did great.

That’s what I am talking about right there! Ashely said pointing at what the instructor just did.

He makes me wonder sometimes, Jazzy replied.

Are you going to work today or is you taking off? Ashely ask Jazzy while they were walking out the gym.

I am off today, but I go back tomorrow because I got this guy who just been released from prison who I been evaluating for the last couple of months, Jazzy said.

Is he crazy? she ask.

No girl he comes for therapy, he just needs someone to talk to.

Is he handsome? Ashely ask.

Yeah, he’s cute, smooth and very muscular, Jazzy said smiling.

Um, um, um, Girl I know that look.

What are you talking about? Jazzy asked Ashely.

Don’t play mind games with the man, just be straight up if you are feeling him.

Well you know I’m a psychologist, so I got to feel him out, Jazzy said.

How long did he do in prison?

15 years, Jazzy responded.

Girl if I wasn’t married I’ll want some of that jail house dick too. Ashely told Jazzy laughing.

Girl you are a mess.

Well Jazzy I will see you next week Ok, Ashely said while giving her a huge then jumped into her car and pulled off.

Before Jazzy got in her car she went into the trunk to get her Gucci glasses and sandals and changed out of her tennis shoes. On the other side of the parking lot two brothers Malcolm and Travis were heading into the Y.M.C.A. center to work out, but when they saw Jazzy bending over in the trunk of her