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Authors: T. Styles

RedBone

RedBone

 

T. Styles

 

 

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Table of Contents

 

Title Page
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Prologue
-
Present Day

 

Chapter 1
-
Many Years Earlier

 

Chapter 2

 

Chapter 3

 

Chapter 4

 

Chapter 5

 

Chapter 6

 

Chapter 7

 

Chapter 8

 

Chapter 9

 

Chapter 10
-
Two Years Later

 

Chapter 11
-
Present Day Mooney s House

 

Chapter 12
-
Seven Years Later

 

Chapter 13
-
One Month Later

 

Chapter 14
-
A Week Later

 

Chapter 15

 

Chapter 16

 

Chapter 17

 

Chapter 18

 

Chapter 19

 

Chapter 20

 

Chapter 21

 

Chapter 22

 

Chapter 23

 

Chapter 24

 

Chapter 25

 

Chapter 26

 

Chapter 27

 

Chapter 28

 

Chapter 29

 

Chapter 30

 

Chapter 31

 

Chapter 32

 

Chapter 33

 

Chapter 34

 

Chapter 35

 

Chapter 36

 

Chapter 37

 

Chapter 38

 

Chapter 39

 

Chapter 40

 

Chapter 41

 

Chapter 42

 

Chapter 43

 

Chapter 44

 

Chapter 45

 

Chapter 46

 

Chapter 47

 

Chapter 48

 

Chapter 49

 

Chapter 50

 

Chapter 51

 

Chapter 52

 

Chapter 53

 

Chapter 54

 

Chapter 55

 

Chapter 56

 

Chapter 57

 

Chapter 58

 

Chapter 59

 

Chapter 60

 

Chapter 61

 

Chapter 62

 

Chapter 63

 

Chapter 64

 

Chapter 65

 

Chapter 66

 

Chapter 67

 

Chapter 68

 

Chapter 69

 

Chapter 70

 

Chapter 71

 

Chapter 72

 

Chapter 73

 

Chapter 74
-
Present Day Mooney s House
Copyright Page

I dedicate this to Charisse Washington.
Thanks for holding me down.
Always.

Acknowledgments

 

To Charisse, thank you for always keeping me lifted. Writing can be a tough job, but I am blessed to have you on my team. To Carl Weber, thanks for tapping me on my shoulder. I hope you enjoy my contribution to your literary camp. I admire you. To Seven, thanks for always being in my corner! To Angel, thanks for always reading my work first, and giving me your stamp of approval. It means the world to me. To Terese, thanks for being the best friend a writer could have. To my grandbaby JR, my son Kajel and his wife Sonya, take care of one another. To Metha and Kim, you guys are the best. We love having you on the team. To Lakisha, you make me proud for holding Cartel business down. Thank you. To Luh Rod and Michelle Turnipseed, I could never forget you babies either. Your energy is contagious!

 

Last but not least, thanks to every T. Styles fan who loves a little something different. If you guys weren’t in my life, I am afraid to think where my sick mind would have sent me. I hope you enjoy my twist on street fiction. I love you all, and welcome to my crazy-ass world!

 

 

T. Styles
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Prologue

 

Present Day

Mooney sat in front of her open window, trying to wash the shitty taste of cigarettes and black coffee from her mouth with a glass of cheap bourbon. From sunup until sundown, being a spectator was her daily ritual. Although it was only the beginning of October, the weather outside resembled a cold winter’s day. She pulled the belt on her blue robe, as her brown eyes peered outside at the situation brewing with a group of rowdy children from her building. In her opinion, the things she witnessed outside of her small apartment in Washington DC were better than anything available on television, so she didn’t own one.

Eyes locked on the group of screaming girls, she zeroed in on the leader of the pack—thirteen-year-old Cutie Tudy. Mooney could hear Cutie’s screeching voice loud and clear, as she screamed at the top of her lungs. The tight waist-length pink coat she wore was opened low enough for the boys hanging on the sidelines to see the top of her budding breasts.

“You ain’t nothing but a ugly black bitch, Seona! You and your twin!” Cutie Tudy said, screaming in her foster sister’s face. Her light-skinned cheeks were flushed red from all of the excitement. “I saw you in my fucking room last night ... and now my shit missing!” Trying to entertain her six-member crew, she placed her index finger on Seona’s warm nose. She wanted her to do something, anything, so that she would have an excuse to push her to the ground and kick her in every available place on her body. But Seona knew the routine, and stood as still as a Macy’s store mannequin. The warm tears rolling down her face, and into the corners of her mouth, were the only indicators that Cutie’s meanness was getting to her. “What you gonna say, huh? What you gonna do?”

Seona Taylor wanted to run but knew they’d all chase her, push her to the ground, and beat her in places she couldn’t imagine. In her opinion it was better to stay where she was and get beat down by Cutie alone than to be jumped by many. Seona’s dark walnut-colored skin was loaded with tear streaks.

“Punch that bitch, Cutie! You know she stole your iPod!” one of her screaming friends said, begging to see a fight. Trying to get things started quicker than fire to gasoline, she stepped behind Seona and pushed her closer to Cutie. “Oh shit! She stepped to you now!” Cutie’s crew crowded around them so tightly they couldn’t move if they wanted to, and spectators on the far outside stepped closer to catch a view.

“Why you steal my fucking iPod, blackie?” Cutie taunted. “You shouldn’t even have been in my room.”

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