Street Ties

By Jeffrey W. Bellamy Jr.

Street Ties is a short story of 3 that plunged into the gritt of Indianapolis, Indiana . The author takes us through a journey of two cousins who are Born in Haughville USA who would fight to hold their own claim in the drug game like their deceased fathers.
Unbeknownst to them both, higher powers has been guiding their paths through the shadows since they tried to sell their first nickel bag on 10nth and Tremont Pharoph Dyson takes us on an adventure of sex , drugs, loyalty, Family and a decade of lies and deceit, only to suffer heartache from the same game that so long ago took his father and uncle , death is something we can never avoid …but in the meantime let’s ballout...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796074079

Jeffrey W. Bellamy Jr.

Jeffrey Bellamy lives in Indianapolis Indiana on the west side of town. Growing up on the gritty Haughville Streets he has found a way to connect and bring a realistic and powerful view of the inner-city workings. From sports, sex to the drug game. He gives us an intense and realistic Tale of Two cousins who would rise to control the world around them throughout the book. When Jeff isn’t writing he spends countless hours networking with the elite of the city to capture a better view that helps to illustrate to the readers.

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Copyright © 2019 by Jeffrey W. Bellamy Jr.

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 The Payback

Chapter 3 Opportunity Young Man

Chapter 4 We All Have A Job To Do

Chapter 5 Table Talk

Chapter 6 Catching Up….

Chapter 7 Solomon

Chapter 8 The Outcome

Chapter 9 Coming Home

Chapter 10 Recovery Isn’t Easy

Chapter 11 My Condolences

CHAPTER 1

M RS. SIOBHAN DYSON had a three-bedroom home that sat on the corner of Tremont next to a deserted field where some of the older ladies came to grow their vegetables. Pharaoh, her eldest son, had just come back from the pen. He had the house quiet, but full of energy, knowing her baby was back, Siobhan felt that things, for now, will start to fall in place. Siobhan’s youngest angel of the bunch, Jessie, was a 19-year-old brown skin, foul-mouthed lil’ lady who took no shit. She was always eager to get into trouble at the drop of a hat and right on queue.

Pharaoh, why the hell you got Momma keys? Yelled Jess. Mined yours, I got to make a run, and if you wake Momma, I swear you are going to catch hell, stated Pharaoh. Jess had been fucking with him all morning

Fuck You Pharaoh. I bet if I talk loud enough, I’ll get what I want, and you know momma don’t want you hanging out yet, Haughville hasn’t been the same since you left. But, you can pay me that will keep my mouth shut!!"

At that moment, he knew lil’ sis had developed an extortion game…

Jess was a little younger than Pharaoh and took after his smart mouth and hustle. He kept her close; boys always seemed to flock around when she batted her brown eyes in their direction. With a hesitant look and smile, Pharaoh yells down the hall.

At the same time, without hesitation and according to Pharaoh’s plan, Siobhan swings open the bedroom door as he’s yelling,

"I’m broke; all I got is what I got out with on my release. Siobhan appears wearing her half-buttoned up Levis and her favorite slippers that were heard scraping across the floor while wiping the sleep out the corner of her eyes.

Pissed, she says, "Now didn’t I tell you, loud-mouthed kids, not to disturb me until I was ready to get up, shit!!? Wheel of Fortune ain’t even on yet!

Jessie went into the kitchen to grab her usual Pepsi, trying to avoid the verbal assault brewing.

So, what are you two arguing about now? Siobhan muttered.

Mrs. Dyson had been in a few beauty contests in her younger days and won every single one. She also won the battle that was Jayson Dyson. She had heard so much about this young man who attended Washington High

School, a few blocks away from 10th, where she resided now. Jayson was an athlete and a heartbreaker; everyone wanted him. What she quickly realized is that Jayson had eyes for her. Siobhan had been the new face in school, and Jayson knew she was better than gold, getting to her first before the neighborhood usual’s tried, was the key. Siobhan was a Dominican who had not been touched and was as pure as the raw he would eventually flood the city in. In Jayson’s mind, Siobhan was his, and he was hers, he was determined to make that a reality.

Even in her more graceful years, you couldn’t tell Siobhan was 55. She was appealing to any eye, male or female; these days, she didn’t mind the attention from either. Siobhan kept herself fit and curvy over the years by visiting the YMCA on 16th with the other neighborhood ladies. Every part of her body was set up like a 22-year-old with a fresh cherry to burst. She stood 5 feet 7 inches 122 pounds, skin the same color as a caramel chew, and the curves of a plump peach to show off. She was full of aggression and knowledge; she was a reason to pay attention and watch. According to her, the kids picked up the aggressive hustle from her genes. Jayson was the glue that had held the group together; he possessed finesse, the murder game, and methodical patience she didn’t own.

Siobhan needlessly asks, Son, where are you trying to sneak off in my car? said in her raspy Dominican accent… Yo, sister loud ass mouth ain’t have to tell me nothing. I know you, and I know you aren’t about to sit still. After all, you are your father’s child. With emotions in her eyes. Siobhan started to plead, You already sat down three years. I just need you to be careful. Can nobody give you that time back, and I damn sure don’t need you to lose anymore. These boys now don’t move like you all used to when you daddy and Munch were out here. These younger boys pull first and ask questions later on; that’s