GHETT LORDS: Welcome To Dopetown

By F.A.M.E Entertainment

The first part of a short urban crime series GHETT LORDS is loosely based on reality and set in the steel city of Pittsburgh, Pa. The book will keep you on the edge of your seat Providing a very intense and in depth look at life inside the belly of the beast. Hold on tight and prepare yourself as you attempt to Navigate through the crime, t

• Language: English
• Publisher: F.A.M.E Entertainment
• Release date: Feb 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9798985632743

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GHETT LORDS

Welcome to DOPETOWN

by

F A .M E Entertainment

Copyright @ 2021 Tyrrell Herbert

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ISBN: 979-8-9856327-8-1(Paperback)

ISBN: 979-8-9856327- 1-2 (Hardback)

ISBN: 979-8-9856327-4-3 (eBook)

Covert Art by: @Alanknight.co

First printed edition 2022

Disclaimer

This is a fiction novel any resemblance to people places or things is coincidental.

Contents

Chapter 1│Devil in a Dress

Chapter 2│Smoke and Mirrors

Chapter 3│Snake eyes

Chapter 4│Pride and Pain

Chapter 5│Coming of Age

Chapter 6│Dope Town Shit

Chapter 7│Pushing D

Chapter 8│Wounds

Chapter 9│New Life

Chapter 10│Spot and Stalk

Chapter 11│Nightmare in the trap

Chapter 1

Devil in a Dress

Sonja leaned her chair back and posted her right foot up on the dashboard. She grabbed Cruze’s hand, guiding it to her warm pussy, slowly glancing at him while he drove; she couldn’t believe she was with flexing ass Cruze. You cool to drive, or is you too drunk? Sonja asked.

I’m cool, he mumbled. The diamonds from his chains and watch bounced off the vehicle's illuminated insides, creating a prism of light in the newer Benz coupe. Sonja yanked at his assortment of chains filled with VS1 diamonds. She let them go choosing to focus on his Cuban.

Damn, it’s heavy, she said smiling, getting turned on by Cruze’s style.

You know my peoples is that nigga Moe Diamonds. He keep me together. This shit was a light 50, Cruze bragged. Sonja moaned, moving his hand back and forth under her skirt, trying to get the right position. He took his eyes off the road for a brief second before locking back on her, watching her body’s reaction while he massaged her clit. Damn, that thing crazy. Cruze took his fingers from inside her, holding them to Sonja’s mouth.

Umm, you nasty. Sonja licked his fingers and played with her box. I’m a copycat. She seductively giggled, rubbing her fingers over his lips. I taste good, don’t I? A wide grin was all that Cruze could offer up, turning the wheel and pulling into his driveway.

Let me get in the door first! Cruze said, growing more confident, swatting Sonja’s hand away. He fumbled with his keys before finally finding the right one and unlocking the door. She pushed him inside and slammed it shut.

You got good taste, huh? Sonja said, casually checking out his house. Better be that gas. She side-eyed Cruze and plopped down on the couch next to him, laying on his body with her legs resting across his thigh. Hurry up and roll up; we got shit to do. Don’t be taking ya time now, Mr. Deep Stroke. She opened her legs, exposing herself, this time giving Cruze a better view of her well-manicured private area and poking fun at his Instagram name. Sonja rubbed her index finger in small circles. It’s like a fountain, babe. It’s just hard to shut off once I get it going. She smiled, watching Cruze tense up. The thoughts in his head sent a sea of red soldiers to his dick, quickly flexing their muscles pushing their way through his pants.

Damn, you ain’t tell no lies. This is that pressure. Sonja puffed the weed Cruze handed her while he shot an ‘I told you so’ look her way. He inhaled again, now lighting the second blunt, quickly passing it to Sonja. He watched as she hit the medicinal grade weed and leaned over, pressing her soft full lips onto his. She blew a thin cloud of smoke in his face. Cruze jumped up and aggressively grabbed her hand, leading her up the steps.

Sonja entered the room and laid on the bed, her 5’7 frame quickly sinking into the mattress. She waited for Cruze, who was struggling to get his skinny jeans off. She began touching herself, one hand on her pussy, the other hand lightly grazing her nipples, stimulating them into an erect position. Cruze slipped out his boxers and crawled up the bed running his hand along Sonja’s body until he stopped at her throat, tightening his grip around her neck. He kept his hand firmly locked while he explored her body with his tongue. He rolled over on his back and placed his hand on top of Sonja’s head, trying to fast forward the rest of the foreplay. A small puddle formed in her mouth. She released it onto his dick, now hard as concrete. She flicked her tongue around the head of his penis. Oh, shit, girl. He closed his eyes in anticipation of her performance, spit beginning to dribble down his inner thigh. He heard a few lite steps, then the door to his bedroom swung open. He reached for his strap that was on the nightstand. It was too late. Sonja stood up with his pistol. Still in a state of shock, Cruze canvassed the room first, staring at the Mini AK-47 pointed at him, then the pistol, before settling on the100 round drum attached to the last robber’s weapon.

This just a robbery. Don’t make it a homicide, G-Lo said, removing the mask from his face. We just want the bread, then we out your way, gang. His tone was sharp, and he revealed a sinister smile. His eyes told a brutal story, so Cruze quickly disengaged with him.

Dirty ass bi- Before Cruze could get the words out; Hot Boy was smashing his mouth in with the butt of the pistol. Always waiting for a reason to be let off the leash, Hot landed vicious blow after blow, quickly removing all the fight out of the now-retired dope boy turned victim by force. Hot struggled to take breaths as each hit with the gun landed cleaner. The blood from the gashes on his face trickled down to his hands, eventually covering the pistol.

I……see…you want ……to make this hard on yourself, Hot gasped, stepping back to admire his work. Bank, the third gunman, removed his mask and stepped closer to Cruze, whose face was almost unrecognizable with the bleeding and swelling.

Where’s it at? he said in a voice so low it resembled a whisper.

With the last of his energy and in a ditch effort to save his life, Cruz pointed to the floor. Basement.

Sonja left the room with Lo to check. They returned minutes later. Lo entered the room first, carrying a large hockey bag. It was halfway unzipped, revealing stacks of blue-faced bills. Sonja came in a few seconds later. She was mildly winded from lugging the big bag through the house. She smiled from ear to ear as soon as she opened the bag and money fell out. We eating good tonight, she said. Cruze gazed at the fading beauty through the eye he could still see out of. Next lifetime, I guess, baby, she said, bending over, picking his shirt up off the floor, using it to gently wipe the blood from his face. She kissed him softly on the lips before lifting his head to an upright position, using her index and middle finger to guide his chin to the desired height. You gotta go out like a gangster, Love. That’s how you get your wings. Sonja rose to her feet and turned to leave the room.

Devil in a dress, Bank said, turning his head to watch Hot, who was slowly starting to approach Cruze. Hot lifted his bloody pistol, pressing it against a knot that had formed on Cruze’s forehead. Breathe easy, Blood. Think good thoughts. Cruze closed his eyes and stayed silent as he transitioned. BOOM! The first shot sent his head flying back. The blood hit the wall like a fresh coat of paint, his body still receiving signals from the brain, causing his fingers to move involuntarily. BOOM BOOM! Hot sent two more shots to finish him. The bullet that struck him in the head crossed the midline point, effectively halting all Cruze’s movement. The bullet that got stuck in his chest cavity was just for pleasure. He turned to Bank and Lo, who grabbed the bags and began to leave. Hot lowered his pistol and did the same.

Chapter 2

Smoke and Mirrors

The room was slightly dim. The smoke from the weed was suffocating, making it almost impossible to see. One