Dirty Hearts

By Deshawn Rankin

During incarceration, Lamar Knight explains to his mental-health doctor about the roles that lead him to his current situation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Aug 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9781646281329

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Dirty Hearts

Deshawn Rankin

Copyright © 2020 Deshawn Rankin

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2020

ISBN 978-1-64628-131-2 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-64628-132-9 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Sin City

Family over Everything

Block Boy for Life

The Lick

Hanging Out

The Chase

Sweet Dreams, Beautiful Nightmare

The Block Party

Jumping off the Porch

Price Tag on His Head

The Threesome

The Hit

Somebody’s Watching Me

Friends Bring Foes

Domestic Violence

The Home Invasion

Official Death Certificate

Slimy Bitch

Acknowledgments

Writing my first novel wasn’t such an easy task. It took a lot of hard work and I had to stay consistent and dedicated, striding toward success. And I realized that for me to bring my imagination to reality, I had to put myself into the characters’ shoes to paint a fascinating picture, and I couldn’t have done it without my support team. First, I would like to thank Cheavon Love, who is the mother of my two beautiful daughters. Paradise and Acacia Rankin for being supportive by being a third eye and also giving her honest opinions, so I could make the best decision. Second, I would like to thank Page Publishing for giving me this opportunity and opening another door to a new beginning of my life. Last but not least, I would like to thank my fans for all their support.

Afew hours after, I was admitted to a mental institution for a psychiatric evaluation following a pretrial arraignment. Walking down the chalky-white hallway of the psych ward listening to my shackles jingle and the chirping sound of the walkie talkies labeling me high risk, so they put me on two officers’ control. Reaching my destination, entering the room, I heard a feminine voice speak. How are you doing today, Mr. Knight? I’m Dr. Reid, and I’ll be your therapist. The doctor greeted me with a firm handshake before asking me to take a seat at her desk. A middle-aged petite Caucasian blonde with a shoulder-length bob. She wore black-framed Tiffany glasses that gave her a sophisticated yet seductive appearance. Observing her office reminded me of my freedom, being in a woman’s presence. She had a cherry oak wooden desk. On the wall behind her hung a portrait of herself and a perfectly groomed brown-and-white Shih Tzu, with a nice leather reclining chair and, most of all, a sweet smell of her perfume lingering in the air. I began to speak. I’m agitated about my situation.

Okay. I understand, Dr. Reid responded, listening to the aggression in my voice. Well, today will be considered your initial evaluation. If you don’t mind, everything will be recorded for medical purposes only. I’m ready to begin when you are.

Dr. Reid began my time on her stopwatch as I spoke on behalf of my side of the story.

Why are we here today? Dr Reid asked.

They coldhearted dangerous. Armed and dangerous. When we was kids, they never explained this pain to us.

On my Boosie flow, picture me rolling up. I was jamming in my Chrysler 300 at 10:17 p.m. on a cold Saturday night in front of Granny’s house. I’m finna lace you up on some g-shit.

I promise you this shit here that goes on in Duval County, Jacksonville, Florida is roguish. This shit so wicked, like on some real shit. Me personally, I advise you to stay in your lane. You gone either stomp or get stomped. Get fucked over or fuck over. Be cutthroat or get cutthroated. But at the end of the day, my nigga, you gotta stand for something. You never know who’s in the web until l you get caught in that bitch. From bitches to snitches. Real niggas to real hittas to drug dealers. Y’all know the story. Y’all know what it is with me. Joes get left on the floor, and hoes drop they draws and make that shit spread like jam.

Yeah, it’s me, the tall big dawg nigga, Lamar Knight. You know what it is. You must be under the influence if you think I’m outchea sleep, fuck you mean? I’m the trending topic, and I don’t need an entourage with me to make it happen. I hold my own dick when I take a piss. I slid off around the corner from Granny house, in the process, my phone started to ring.

Sin City

Hello.

L.

Who dis?

It’s me Ruby. Are you around?

What you need?

A yard.

Iight, I’m on the way. Where you at?

Sin City. How long? she replied.

Gimme seven minutes.

Okay!

Click!

The phone hung up. I turned Boosie back up. Blowing the loudest purp joint, hitting my white cup of Remy in the same hand while handling the wheel with the other hand. A bomb of rocks and a pistol by a convicted felon. If I get caught right now, the judge might just throw the book at me. That’s why I can’t get caught slipping, but I been bamming, running up a check, serving all day. When I pull up at Ruby’s room, watching all the smokers standing around looking like zombies. Addicts and prostitutes everywhere I see this clucker name Cool coming outside his room at the hotel.

Aye boy! he yelled when he saw me.

Watcha say, Country?

I’m iight. Let me get a forty, and I’ll pay you eighty tomorrow when I get off work.

Here. I ain’t got no understanding about my money tomorrow bills due. I’mma beatcha up. Giving cool a credit.

Nawl, nephew, you know I pay my tab to keep my face gator. I won’t put you in no bullshit.

Country is a man of his word; he really do pay his way. I done known Country Cool for some years now, and money always been good. Ruby came out shortly after me and Cool’s transaction and did our deal. I looked both ways for any suspicious activity then peeled off. As I drove through the neighborhood rolling up on new clients distributing my product to unfamiliar smokers breaking them off a piece of straight drop of beigene through Sin City My phone started ringing. I got a phone call from this chick lived around the way name peaches.

Hello.

What you doing? Peaches asked.

Running some errands, I replied.

Pull up, Peaches said.

When I’m done, I said.

Okay, Peaches said.

I’m finna FaceTime you. Let me see where it get wet at, I said.

Peaches burst out laughing. Noooo!

Stop playing wit me. Tighten up for real. Lemme see, I responded.

She placed the camera of the phone at an angle to catch her full body where I could see and spread her clean shaved pussy with her legs in the air toward the ceiling on the edge of her California king-sized bed. Peaches was black and Asian, a fye red hoe with braces. She was kinda short, about five three and weighing 155 pounds. Thick as fuck in the right places, long black hair, and nice and pretty clear skin. She was a dental assistant but also a real eater. I ain’t gone front, I done bust dat shit raw a couple of times. Dat shit get wet. She be squirting too.

Where you at? I’m ready to fuck, Peaches asked.

Just chill. I’m finna pull up, I said.

When I got to Peaches’s house, she opened the door butt naked and escorted me to her bedroom.

She quickly unfastened my Louis Vuitton belt, pulled my True Religion pants down with my Ralph Lauren briefs, and began to thrust the head of my penis in her mouth. Back and forth, stroking and slobbering all over my dick until she felt it get stiff, hard, and all the veins were popping out. She started trying to deep throat it until she was choking on it, making sure I was fully erect before asking me to fuck her. I made her get on the end of the bed in doggy style while I stripped the rest of my clothes off, yearning over her body.

Butt naked, I positioned her into doggy style, slapping my dick on her ass three times before I stuck it into her moist, warm vagina. Easing my ten-inch girthy dick inside, knocking down her walls, feeling her little plump pussy expanding, percolating as I was moving into alternating motions. The slow stroking rhythm started picking up the pace like a locomotive train. Her moans started to get louder the deeper I thrust my dick in and out of her pussy. I took both hands, spreading her two big round booty cheeks, pounding her pussy from the back until she started to cream and squirt all over my dick. Seven to ten minutes into the sex, she was screaming like she was in a Jason movie.

Your dick feels so good expanding my pussy! I’m about to cum! Don’t stop, Daddy! Don’t stop!

She started shaking like a stripper screaming, I’m cumming so fucking hard oh my god!

With me touching every spot and the way her body responded to me fucking her, I knew she wasn’t faking. I turned her over to lay her on her back. I put her legs up in a pretzel and started digging into her pussy with long strokes. I believe she was fucked up about that position because she started to cum rapidly now, like every six to eight strokes.

I was so fucked up about the way she allowed me to fuck her. Watching her orgasm back to