Da’ Knoxstreet Cartel

By Kimyaki Jackson and Michael Jackson

Chrome served a nine-year sentence. Before being released, he plotted on his girlfriend’s friends, knowing it was an easy come up. He was not thinking of all the pros and cons of this street game, but in the midst of it all, he thought in his mind’s eye, “If you ran the drug community once, you can always be the head of the command chain again.” He knew he’d do whatever it took in the concrete jungle to have boss status. Rules were the same, but there was a different breed of niggas that were more ruthless than he was. Da’ Knoxstreet Cartel found themselves in all kinds of shit. The game they played for keeps could get everybody murdered.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781728305813

Kimyaki Jackson

I’ve been writing since, December 20, 2004, I’ve written three science fiction novels, one espionage, one movie, and ten urban novels. Da’ Knoxstreet Cartel is my first book, that I have been writing. To all of my authors out there; I’ve read your novels, and they all inspired me to write these street novels. All of you aspiring authors, holla’ at Jackson Brothers Publishing Company.... If you ever read my novels, you could almost live through the love, pain, and betrayal of my life in the mean streets of Atlanta. Now, I present to you; my story; “Da’ Knoxstreet Cartel - Book One. I hope and pray that you enjoy reading it just like I had writing this hood shit, to give y’all a taste- The nigga who lived da’ street life. Thank you to my Publishing home: “Authorhouse,” thank you for believing in my vision. Writing is my passion. If I don’t know how to do nothing else, I know how to write a hit novel; believe that. I promise to stay hungry. Just like this was my first novel. Real niggaz make the world go around!!!!

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© 2019 Kimyaki and Michael Jackson. All rights reserved.

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Published by AuthorHouse 04/24/2019

ISBN: 978-1-7283-0580-6 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-7283-0582-0 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-7283-0581-3 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2019903541

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CONTENTS

Da’ Knoxstreet Cartel I By: Kimyaki & Michael Jackson

About The Author

Da’ Knoxstreet Cartel – I Question Page:

Chapter     1

Chapter     2

Chapter     3

Chapter     4

Chapter     5

Chapter     6

Chapter     7

Chapter     8

Chapter     9

Chapter   10

Chapter   11

Chapter   12

Chapter   13

Chapter   14

Chapter   15

Chapter   16

Chapter   17

Chapter   18

Chapter   19

Chapter   20

Chapter   21

Chrome served a nine-year sentence, before being released, he plotted on his girlfriend’s, friends. Knowing it’s an easy come up. He was not thinking of all the pros and cons of this street game, but, during it all, he’d thought in his mind eye; if you ran the drug-community once, you can always be the head of the command chain again. Knowing he’d do whatever it takes in the concrete jungle to have boss status, rules are the same, but there is a different breed of niggas, that are more ruthless than he is. Da’ Knoxstreet Cartel find themselves in all kinds of shit, the game they play; for keeps could get everybody murdered.

Jackson Brothers Publishing Company.

Est. Since 2019

In loving memory of my grandmother Myrtle F. Jackson and my father Marcus Shorty Roberts

DA’ KNOXSTREET CARTEL I

BY: KIMYAKI & MICHAEL JACKSON

SPECIAL THANKS: ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS!

First of all, I like to thank God for blessing me with the raw talent to write these novels and be versatile to write on different genres. (Urban fiction, science fiction, and espionage) ….

At first, I thought I lost my writing skills, because, when I first started writing Da’ Knox-Street Cartel, I wrote fifty-three pages, my brain locked upon me (writer’s block) I could not think straight to get this novel finished. And make it a smash hit, but thanks to my friends though, y’all inspired me to never give up on my vision. I thank God for you. All of my haters too, you ain’t got shit, but, if it wasn’t for you, I would not have been hungry enough to finish this hood shit. I love this fire shit. And one day, I will master my writing skills of writing these hood novels. I use to, and I still feel that, before I became a published author; I was the best urban fiction, unpublished author. I need to get my material circulating, so the world can hear my voice in print. To my 2 daughters and 6 grandchildren; I love y’all. All of my siblings, it’s too many of y’all to name…LOL I have to use an entire page on y’all alone, but I love all of you. My nieces and nephews, it’s too many of you to name also, but I love y’all too. All of you are my inspiration. I don’t have any worries, because God is my provider. He will get me where I need to be. And I will continue writing this hood shit, until I lay down to sleep forever. To all women; be empowering, be encouraging to our young ladies of today. So, they too, could learn to teach their children how to love. Black people do matter. To our men; strong black men, teach our young men how to be better role models, providers, and world leaders, and not to be statistics for a state, color, or creed. Break this race barrier, this self-hatred. It’s no boundaries if we all focus on world unity, and not world hatred. Remember real niggaz do what they want, bitch niggaz do what they can….

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I’ve been writing since, December 20, 2004, I’ve written three science fiction novels, one espionage, one movie, and ten urban novels. Da’ Knoxstreet Cartel is my first book, that I have been writing. To all of my authors out there; I’ve read your novels, and they all inspired me to write these street novels. All of you aspiring authors, holla’ at Jackson Brothers Publishing Company…. If you ever read my novels, you could almost live through the love, pain, and betrayal of my life in the mean streets of Atlanta. Now, I present to you; my story; Da’ Knoxstreet Cartel - Book One. I hope and pray that you enjoy reading it just like I had writing this hood shit, to give y’all a taste- The nigga who lived da’ street life. Thank you to my Publishing company: AuthorHouse," for believing in my vision. Also, a special thanks to my Editor and fiancée: Alicia B. Braswell. Writing is my passion. If I don’t know how to do nothing else, I know how to write a hit novel; believe that. I promise to stay HUNGRY!!

Real niggaz make the world go ’round!!!!

DA’ KNOXSTREET CARTEL – I

QUESTION PAGE:

1) Did you like Da’ Knoxstreet Cartel I?

2) Who was your favorite character? Chrome, or JoJo?

3) Do you, the reader; think that JoJo will survive his gunshot wounds?

4) Do you think Yay will remain loyal to Da’ Knoxstreet Cartel?

5) If it was not for Charmissa, do you think the notorious Da’ Knoxstreet Cartel would have gone to prison for the rest of their lives?

6) Do you think that Chrome will keep their organization intact until Jojo comes back; if he’s still alive?

7) Do you think the streets were ready when Jojo was shot?

8) What do you think will happen to Blackwaters?

9) Are you ready for Da’ Knoxstreet Cartel II?

10) What do you think about Chrome’s retirement speech, and his No-friends, No-remorse documentation?

Thank you, and I want you to know Da’ Knoxstreet Cartel II is coming soon to a store near you from the authors: Kimyaki & Michael Jackson. You can reach me on my Facebook page; Jacksonbrothers Publishingcompany.

I am always looking for your input on my novels.

Sincerely,

Kimyaki & Michael Jackson

CHAPTER

1

I don’t have anything to do, so we could do whateva? Trina said, as she cut up the expensive sound system, inside Chyna’s QX-50 Infiniti truck. As both women listened to Trey songs croon away, through the speaker Chyna turned it down, and shook her head, as she said, Don’t you ever touch a black woman’s radio. Both women laughed. Trina, however, blurts out unexpectantly, Ooh! I want to fuck that nigga anywhere on God’s green earth. Bitch listening to his seductive voice, makes a bitch throw her panties at his feet. Trina said, as she turns back up the music and snaps her finger to the banging beat from the two 10-inch woofers, two 12-inch punch-kickers woofers. Uh! make sure you don’t put any cum stains on these seats bitch. Getting all wet and shit. What! that nigga, Chrome ain’t given you dat’ dope dick, that you be bragging about all the time. Chyna said, as her neck rolled, as if she was ghetto bred. "Bitch please! What! that nigga Blackwaters ain’t given you da’ dick like you said, and brag about every day. Or you be lying on your pussy, like some of these lame ass niggas be telling lies on their dicks out here in the streets? Trina said, getting back in Chyna’s shit. She refused to let Chyna, or any other bitch around Atlanta get one upon her. She could fight with the best of them, being the youngest out of 8 siblings; 8 brothers, and she’s the only girl. So, she learned from the best as she grew up. She was just like her daddy, a people’s person, until you cross her; then you would not know how to handle her malicious ways. Trina at 5'4 and a firecracker she is: In high school, Trina, and Chyna became best of friends, one day, three girls from another school tried to jump Trina. Chyna was on her way to Algebra class 3rd. Period, and heard a lot of arguing, and being the nosey person that she has always been, she went to see where all the noise was coming from. As she gets around the corner, she spots a gang of girls, who did not go to Magnolia High School, and she was known for never to back down from a confrontation. So, she did the unthinkable, Chyna interrupts the intended beat down that was meant for Trina.

Hey bitches, add me to y’all problems. as she hit one of the girls on her right ear.

The three teenagers were surprised when Trina hit one of the other girls in the nose and mouth with a two-piece combo, drawing blood immediately.

Chyna snapped her fingers, bringing Trina back to the present. Girl, what da’ fuck are you so happy for? Chyna said, wanting to know what was up with Trina. I was thinking about that day we first met and became friends. And the day that we beat the brakes off those 3 bitches, when they tried to jump me. Chyna started fucking with Trina about those girls would have beaten the brakes off her, if she would not have intervened.

Yeah! Yeah! But one of those bitches wudda’ wore an ass whoopin’ for real, and every time that I wudda’ thought about those fake ass bitches, or seen one of them anywhere inside of Atlanta, it was on and poppin’.

Chyna changed the subject immediately, because she did not want to ruin her day. So, she said, you’re my best friend, and I want you to always remember that. I bought you dat’ Gucci outfit and Gucci shoes to match. Size 6 in pants and 7 in shoes, right? …. Yeah! I ’preciate the shoes and pants. Trina said…. Don’t mention it. Dats’ no problem, and my nigga makes that money, and I spend it. Chyna knew that she was no gold digger by no means. She loves expensive gifts just like any other woman in America, her thang always been; if you got it, spend it, she always spending money at high end shops up in Buckhead. Chyna and Trina just left Neiman Marcus and the Gucci store in Lenox Mall; spending about 7,000 on herself, and 2500 on Trina, but she wasn’t worried, she has Blackwater Black Visa Card, with unlimited spending. Courtesy of her man; Blackwaters. Chyna has everything a dope man’s wife could ever have: 3 cars, the money, clothes, a $351,000 home, that has 9 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, 3 kitchens, with a 3-car garage. Along the most important person in her life; Blackwater’s son, Antonio Junior, who everybody calls AJ. Who is 2 years old. She has everything that life could offer, but she was missing out of her life; with all these material possessions; and that’s true love, knowing that Blackwaters gave her the best of everything, but love and affection were foreign to a true street entrepreneur. Chyna pulled in her driveway and smiled. Every time that she looked at the beautiful foreclosure home, she could not believe how far she’d come. Straight from the projects, from rags to riches, in only a few years. Chyna was the poster child of the projects of Atlanta, and was diet poor, eating nothing but government cheese, beans, and donated bread. Now, 24 years old, and doing good for herself. She’s been saving all of the money that Blackwaters has been giving her, just in case, the Feds snatches Blackwaters, unexpectantly, and if that happens, she and Antonio Junior would not be hurting for anything. The foreclosure home is in her father’s name, who’s been working for the railroad all of his life. So the government can’t confiscate her cars, or home…. Trina sat on the passenger side contemplating how this lick has to work. She knew that she has to get paid, because she was tired of leeching off Chyna, even she be talking about it’s no problem. Bullshit, she knew that anybody could wear out their welcome. And Chrome keeps breathing down her neck, talking about he needs to hit Blackwaters fast, because he doesn’t deserve to have that much money and he was the one to be the distributor of street pharmaceuticals around the city of Atlanta. Chrome looked in Trina’s face this morning, and said, My pockets are crying to be stuffed with hunnid-dollar bills. Trina started day dreaming- The day that she visited Chrome at the state prison in Georgia-flashback-flashback-

Trina sat down next to Chrome as she looked around the visitation room, dressed in true religion jeans, and Prada shoes, and a polo-pullover. She never wears make up, she had her hair in a crinkle curl. She loves to see Chrome’s strong-masculine persona, he possessed so much swag, even in his crispy white prison issued clothing. Baldhead lit up the entire visitation crew. At 5'9 and 43 he knew that he was an attractive man, he always tells her that, he’s every bitch fantasy…. What it do baby girl?, Chrome asked; as he looked at the woman he told a dozen times that he was going to marry whenever he got his ends up. Rubbing his hands together, as he thought about what he was about to present to Trina, he’d marry her whenever he divorced Nene, he doubts it though.

I miss you baby, when are these mu’fuckas goin’ to let you go? Trina looked deep into Chrome’s brown eyes and knew that it was something on his mind. He was not smiling, and it was seldom that he would come to visitation with a mean mug on his handsome face. What’s wrong baby?

Nun wrong. The parole folks gon’ call you probably by the end of the month, it’s time for a real nigga to get outta’ this mu’fucka, tired of mu’fuckas telling a king when to get up in the morning, when to stand for count time, eat, and take a shower. Then I gotta’ pay a dollar a month just for da’ state to keep my money. I neva’ used an accountant on da’ street, why I can’t keep my own money in my pockets? Huh, just answer da’ phone. …. "You know I am baby, you’re my heart, Trina said, as she felt the tears threatening to come from her eyes.

Not up in here, cryin’ are for weak mu’fuckas’. Chrome shook his head. I want you at home. Why they can’t let you go right now? It’s been 9 years. Trina could not stop the tears from flowing she was trying to save herself, because she was fucking all the drug boys around the hood to pay bills. Little did anybody know, that Chrome left her over 45 thousand dollars, when he went to jail 9 years ago, which she spent in less than 18 months, thinking that Chrome was never getting out of prison. Then she went on a shopping spree, not having a care in the world; never sent Chrome one red cent. Every time Chrome asked her, how much money that she had left, Trina would make up a lame excuse. My mama was sick, or some time she would not accept the call, but most importantly, she hopes that Chrome never finds out that she’s a certified-gold digger. Chrome breaking into her thoughts. Baby, I got something to say, and I need your undivided attention. Chrome looked at Trina and said, to himself; this bitch has fucked every drug nigga in the city of Atlanta since