Money, Lies and Betrayal

By S. P. Pierce

Money Lies and Betrayal is a story about Richie Bandz, a young man who has the world at his feet, a hustle guaranteed to make him rich and a weakness for women. In his pursuit of chasing money, Rich makes a series of bad choices and encounters numerous setbacks. When Rich meets K-Murder, all bets are off. She is infamous in the DMV area and known for putting in the work. Together Rich and K-Murder run up the bag and terrorize the community. Everything is love until Rich and his street family is victims of a home invasion causing K-Murder to seek street justice. No one will be safe in the streets until K-Murder gets pay back. “On God” The colorful relationships between the characters will leave you wanting more.
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• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665510363

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Published by AuthorHouse 12/04/2020

ISBN: 978-1-6655-1037-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6655-1036-3 (e)

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1 Beginning of the End

Chapter 2 Idle Time Is the Devil’s Workshop

Chapter 3 Betrayal

Chapter 4 Facing Time

Chapter 5 Vacation from the Streets

Chapter 6 Back to Business

Chapter 7 The Start of the Bullshit

Chapter 8 Tragedy

Chapter 9 Two Can Play That Game

Chapter 10 Secrets

Chapter 11 Revenge Served Cold

Chapter 12 Goodbye and Good Riddance

Chapter 13 Sunken Place

Chapter 14 Hurricane Brooklyn

Chapter 15 Paranoia

Chapter 16 In Too Deep

Chapter 17 Karma Is a Bitch

Chapter 18 Deadly Games

Chapter 19 On God

Chapter 20 All or Nothing

Chapter 21 Thugs Need Love Too

Chapter 22 Hurt People Hurt People

Chapter 23 Lord, Forgive Me for My Sins

PROLOGUE

Two days after Christmas 2018

No! Please stop! Keisha Boo screams at the top of her lungs. She is frozen, paralyzed with fear, as she helplessly watches two masked men choke the life out of Rich.

Rich fades in and out of reality as his life flashes before his eyes. Screams pierce Rich’s brief, drifting consciousness, snapping him back into reality. As he fights with every fiber of his being to survive, one of the masked men slaps Keisha Boo across the room, stopping her heroic attempt to save Rich. Enraged, Rich, almost animal-like, lunges forward at the masked man while the other assailant, still on Rich’s back, and puts his hands around his neck.

POW!

Suddenly, all is quiet as Rich lies on his bedroom floor, bleeding from his head, as he slowly loses consciousness.

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Rich, can you hear me? Stay with us, a paramedic repeats over and over again as EMTs load Rich into the back of an ambulance.

The scene inside the suburban home is grizzly. As the police try to control the scene, K-Murder is on a war path, vowing revenge and justice—street fucking justice, that is.

CHAPTER 1

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BEGINNING OF THE END

Five years earlier

R ICHIE BANDZ AND his secretary, Kiki, a.k.a. Chocolate, sit in the office of Auto Kings car lot well past closing time. Buzz! Rich’s iPhone vibrates on the mahogany desk. He looks at his phone and sees a text from Talia J.: What’s goody, bro? Come fuck with us. We out at Shooters Lounge in Springfield.

Rich has been up for almost three days, working himself into an early grave for a business that doesn’t love him as much as he loves it. Rich leans back in his Italian leather desk chair and tells Kiki to go into the kitchen to get him a Red Bull.

As Kiki leaves the office, Rich reaches into the inner breast pocket of his Tom Ford sport coat and pulls out his secret to success: Adderall. Rich pops three thirty-milligram pills into his mouth just as Kiki walks in with his Red Bull, which he guzzles to wash down the Addies. Kiki always knows when Rich pops off and boots up, because he suddenly becomes really nice and attentive to her. She knows better because though Kiki loves Rich with all her heart, he doesn’t feel the same about her.

Rich leans down and locks the safe, which is bolted to the floor under his desk. Then he tells Kiki, Let’s ride.

Vroommm. The 2011 Jag XF comes to life as Rich and Kiki sit on the car’s supple Italian-stitched seats in front of the dealership. Rich’s iPhone blares through the Harman Kardon sound system of the luxury car. Yo, what up? Y’all still at Shooters?

Yeah, pull up, Talia says.

Cool, Rich responds. He can feel Chocolate’s stare burning a hole into the side of his head, but surprisingly, she keeps quiet and continues to pearl her backwoods.

As Rich dips in and out of traffic, bumping to Hardheaded’s mixed tape, all he can think about is his fiancée, Gloria, also known as Pale, and what she might be doing at this hour. He wants to call her, but he opts out, not wanting to reveal his true emotions.

Rich snaps out of his brief mind-wandering state as his iPhone goes off again. An old friend is calling, but he quickly rejects the call, not wanting to agitate the volatile situation, as he calls the relationship between himself and Kiki.

As soon as Rich and Kiki pull up to Shooters, he notices the crowd congregated in the parking lot. Rich has always been on point in the streets, not wanting to become another casualty of the Jack boys. Rich texts Talia, who is like a little sister to him: Out front. He then reaches under his seat and grabs Roscoe, a silver nine-millimeter he never leaves behind. He tucks it into the breast pocket of his jacket. Rich brushes his 360-degree waves in the mirror and tells Kiki, Hold tight. I’ll be right back.

As Rich makes his way through the lounge, Talia and Egyptian bombard him with hugs. What’s goody? Rich screams out over the loud music.

Shit, I’m just happy you made it! Talia screams back as she drags him through the lounge toward the bar to get a drink.

As they chop it up, Talia’s girlfriend, Nina 9, as they call her, walks up and leans over the bar to greet Rich. What’s up, stranger? Ain’t seen you in a minute.

I know. Shit been real busy lately, Rich responds.

Nina 9 asks him what he is drinking, but before he can answer, Talia screams, Henny, bitch, for all of us!

Rich laughs, throws down a Franklin, and walks out front to smoke a bogey.

As Rich stands in front of Shooters, checking his email, a text flashes across the screen from Shai Honey: What’s good for the night?

Before he can respond, Kiki is in his face, demanding his attention. The situation between the two is unorthodox, but it works for Rich. They have been friends with benefits for many years. He tries his hardest to keep the relationship a secret and behind closed doors. Kiki is an average-looking, dark-skinned, big-lipped woman with huge breasts and a baby butt, the complete opposite of his preference. But what Kiki lacks in appearance she makes up for with her ungodly super-sexual performance. She is nasty and does whatever Rich asks of her, and she is one hell of a secretary, so Rich tolerates her indiscretions.

Who you texting, Big Head? Kiki jokingly asks him, but she has seriousness written all over her face.

Your BFF Doreen, Rich jokes back.

Kiki sees no humor in his comment and grabs for his phone only to see Rich’s Gmail account logged in. Feeling stupid, she quickly apologizes and attempts to lean in for a hug, when they are abruptly interrupted by Talia and the gang.

Bro, let’s go pull up on Jamie, Talia says. Jamie is better known as Young Swag, a nickname Rich gave her years back when they all used to kick it at Talia’s grandma’s spot out at the bridge.

As the crowd grows larger in the parking lot, more police arrive—which Rich quickly notices. Talia, let’s be out, he says.

Rich, Kiki, Talia, and Egyptian jump into the money-green Jag, and Rich pulls off for Young Swag’s apartment. As Rich exits the highway and enters Stafford city limits, he quickly checks his speed, knowing the town’s history of over-enforcing the law. Screaming over the music, he says, Put the blunt out! Do you know where the fuck we at?

Talia answers, I got you, bro, as Rich rolls down all the windows to air out the car.

As they finally pull up, Jamie and her baby daddy, Dre, come running outside to see Rich parked in the middle of the street, flaunting the $60,000 XF. Rich gets out of the car and greets Dre with What up, my nigga?

Jamie, having not seen Rich in a long while, almost pulls Rich’s coat off in excitement as she brings him in for a long-overdue hug. As Rich smokes another bogey, a small crowd grows outside the complex, oohing and aahing over Rich’s XF. Finally, growing bored with the spectators, he tells Kiki to park the car, and they enter the apartment.

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Another sleepless night passes as Rich struggles to keep his eyes open.

Rich, you are going to kill yourself. Please rest. I can handle this shit, and you know it, Kiki pleads. She fixes him a stiff drink. He drinks half and is soon sound asleep on his office couch.

Yo, son! Let me holla at you, King barks in his usual grumpy-ass tone, startling Rich out of his much-needed sleep.

Give me a minute, Rich mumbles as he slowly pulls himself together. As he walks down the long corridor to King’s office, Rich ponders what this could possibly be about. King rarely shows his face at the shop, unless something is wrong with the bag, a.k.a the money count.

Rich and King’s relationship is unconventional. It is more like a partnership, because the truth is, they both need each other for Auto Kings to function successfully. King has the bag and the connections, and Rich has the business savvy and the charisma, not to mention the GQ Dapper Dan dress appeal. Lastly, Rich has a way with words. If someone listens to him long enough, he can sell the person anything. But lately, there’s been a strain on their relationship due to an incident that occurred a while back between King and Rich’s fiancée, Pale.

It all started when Pale surprised Rich with lunch at work. She was experiencing all the feelings of a typical newly engaged woman; plus, Rich recently had bought her a new Hyundai Elantra for Christmas. Rich is excellent at making Pale feel loved, so she wanted to return the favor. Therefore, Pale dressed seductively for Rich in the tights he loves and prepared his favorite meal of salmon cakes, corn on the cob, and French fries. On her arrival at the dealership, she was disappointed to see Rich wasn’t in his office, so she decided to hang out and wait.

Pale heard someone coming and, assuming it was Rich, scrambled to position herself with a bow on her chest and bent over his desk.

The look on her face when she finally turned around to see King standing there licking his lips with his hands in his sweatpants was priceless. She immediately ran out of the office as King blurted out, Gloria, you phat is shit.

His comment made her skin crawl. She ran down the steps so fast she barely saw Rich standing in the parking lot, talking to a prospective client. Rich noticed the distraught look on Pale’s face and immediately made a beeline for her. She was so upset she could barely get the words out, but when she did, Rich was furious. Rich, not believing everything he heard, misplaced some of his aggression.

That is water under the bridge now, but due to the way Rich handled the situation, Pale decided she was worth more and left Rich.

There are always two sides to a story, and that is Pale’s version. Now Rich figures he might as well get King’s side, as this is their first face-to-face encounter since the incident.

Yo, B, have a seat, King says.

Rich notices a disturbing look on King’s face, so he decides to hold his tongue until he hears his partner out.

Yo, B, you like your job? King asks Rich.

What’s that supposed to mean? Rich asks sharply.

King, being a street nigga, carries and presents himself much differently than Rich does. He doesn’t possess the chameleon like ability to turn off