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How excited am I that the sequel to A Thug's Redemption is completed, edited and just waiting on a cover? Super excited! I finished writing it a little over two weeks ago but I recently finished going through it with a fine toothed comb to make sure all mistakes and errors were corrected and to make sure the plot came together and this black urban street novel was written so vividly that my readers can feel as though they are watching a movie with every page that they turn. I also wanted to make sure the characters from the original ATR had evolved into something more than the troubled youth that they were in the first story.
Click Here for a free preview of A Thug's Redemption and Click Here for a free preview of A Thug's Redemption 2: Jamal's Return. And for all those who are curious as to what the sequel has to bring, hold onto your seats!
Synopsis of A Thug's Redemption 2: Jamal's Return:
After being away from his North Philly neighborhood for more than nine years and starting a career as a Wilmington Delaware Police Detective, Jamal is lured back to North Philly when a shoot-out erupts, killing one of his best friends and critically injuring another. A Detective, who becomes familiar with Jamal's past unravels shocking truths about drugs, dirty cops, and their role in a drug war that is claiming lives in a North Philly neighborhood, daily. Jamal is blackmailed and forced into a position to possibly take down his cousin Samir. With his back against the wall as his past comes back to haunt him one more time, Jamal has to decide whether or not he will return to his life from the past, or honor his badge? Plot twists, turns and jawing dropping, non-stop action from start to finish completes this new street lit novel, with an ending so shocking, readers will undoubtedly speculate that another part is waiting in the wings to conclude this Urban Saga. One thing is for certain and two things are for sure, in this urban fiction sequel, all bets are off and EVERYBODY is expendable...including Jamal.
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The morning of Kiree and Ms. Becky’s funeral arrived quickly. Keisha, Manny and their son got ready early. She grabbed her gun and was about to put it in the small of her back again but Manny stopped her.
“Keesh, we’re going to be in a church and a graveyard. I don’t think anything is going to pop off today. Leave that home.” Manny told her.
Keisha hesitated having a feeling deep in her gut that she should take the gun with her. But she didn’t want Manny to think that she did not trust his judgment. She removed the clip from the gun, put it in its lock box and sat it in the top of their closet out of their son’s reach. They climbed into Keisha’s car and drove to Ms. Becky’s house with D-Ball following behind.
The family limo arrived shortly after Manny and Keisha were in the house greeting other family members. Jamal, Maurice and Deisha showed up and they waited until it was time to get to the funeral. Deisha, Maurice and Jamal stayed with Keisha, Manny and their family so they could walk in together. Manny held it together until he reached Kiree’s casket. Looking at his older brother set him off and he lost it. Keisha did her best to hold him up but he was almost on the floor with his legs giving way. Jamal tried to help her hold him up to get him to his seat. His grief and loud sobs were upsetting their son and Kamir began to cry as well. They sat in the second row with Keisha cradling him in her arms as they cried together. Deisha, Maurice, Jamal and D-Ball sat behind them. Jamal and D-Ball were busy looking at the obituaries but Deisha was watching the people who came in to view Kiree and Ms. Becky. She noticed a tall man who had a stocky build walk over to Kiree’s casket. He was light-skinned, possibly Puerto-Rican, and dressed in an all in one gray Dickie suit with a pair of Timberland boots. He stared at Kiree for a moment, expressionless, and then looked at Keisha and Manny. Deisha stared at him, waiting to see if he was going to view Ms. Becky as well. But when she saw the way he looked at Manny, she caught a bad feeling. D-Ball bent over to tie his shoe, not paying attention to anything and was unseen to the man in the Dickie suit. But the visitor noticed Jamal and turned to leave as quickly as he arrived.
“Did you just see that shit?” Deisha asked Maurice, disregarding the fact that she was using profanity in a church.
“Yeah, I saw that shit.” Maurice said in a low voice as he looked behind him. He didn’t see if the guy sat down or left so he faced forward. He too had a bad feeling.
“Am I crazy or did it look like he was checking to make sure Kiree was dead?” Deisha asked.
“That’s exactly what it looked like. Aww man. This shit got me feeling sick. I got a bad feeling.” Maurice replied.
“A bad feeling like what, what are y’all talking about?” Jamal asked.
Deisha whispered to him what she and Maurice had noticed with the last guy who came in to view Kiree and the way he looked at Manny.
“Shiiiiid,” Jamal mumbled as he looked around. “I didn’t think to have the cops outside of the church.” He pulled out his phone and text Detective Davidson asking him to come to the church where the funeral was being held and to have a unit on stand-by just in case.
“Jamal, are you carrying?” Maurice asked.
“Fucking right I’m carrying. Shit, I’m in Philly. I don’t go no-where without my burner,” Jamal replied. He elbowed D-Ball. “Yo dawg, I know you’re carrying.”
“When am I never carrying?” D-Ball replied. “Why what’s going on?”
Jamal leaned over and whispered in D-Ball’s ear, telling him what Deisha had just said. D-Ball looked around and then turned sideways so the people sitting next to him couldn’t see him pull his gun out. He checked the clip to make sure it was fully loaded and then eased it back where he took it from. He then checked his other one.
“I don’t believe this shit,” D-Ball said as he shook his head. His palms were sweating as the funeral proceeded. Jamal, Maurice, Deisha and D-Ball were all nervous but did not want to alarm Manny or Keisha. Jamal checked his phone and saw Davidson text him back letting him know a unit would be on the corner and he was in the back of the church. Jamal turned around and looked. Davidson nodded at him.
Jamal turned back around and whispered to D-Ball. “Keep Keisha, Manny and Kamir behind you when we leave. I’ma stay on your right and Davidson will be on your left, cool?”
“Got you,” D-Ball replied. They waited out the funeral and finally, the recessional was under way. Little by little, the packed church moved past the two caskets to say their farewells. D-Ball leaned next to Keisha as they stood to the side. “When we walk out of here; you, Kamir and Manny stay behind me and Jamal.” He grabbed her hand and made her touch the small of his back where his gun was. “Pull my gun when you need it.” D-Ball said to her in a low voice. Keisha looked at him puzzled but then nodded her head. The Pall Bearers grabbed the caskets and began walking out of the church. Keisha’s heart was pounding in her chest. She stayed close behind D-Ball with Manny and her son at her side. Jamal walked ahead of them but close to D-Ball with Deisha and Maurice behind him. As they were walking down the stairs, Deisha looked around. She searched the crowd wildly for the man she saw in the church. By the time she saw him, it was too late.
“That’s him,” Deisha said to Jamal as she jerked on his arm. Another gunman came from the left and pulled his gun. Keisha pushed Manny and her son back with her left hand as she pulled the gun from D-Ball’s back with her right. D-Ball pulled his other gun and fired at the man in the all in one Dickie suit as Keisha fired at the one coming towards them. People screamed and started running, pushing to get out of the way. Jamal took two shots to his torso and fell back. D-Ball turned and fired at the other gunman as Davidson fired at him also. Manny grabbed his son and ran back inside of the church. The scene outside of the church was chaotic as people either fell or was knocked down while others pushed and shoved to keep from getting shot. More cops came and grabbed D-Ball and Keisha. Davidson ran over to Jamal to check him. He was almost in a panic hoping that nothing bad happened to Jamal. When he felt the bullet proof vest, he let out a sigh of relief. Jamal was disoriented as he tried opening the vest. It felt like there was too much pressure against his chest. He coughed as he took deep breaths.
“DEISHA!” Maurice called out.
Jamal looked over in their direction and scrambled towards them. Deisha lay on the steps unconscious but still breathing. A bullet hit her in her stomach. Jamal grabbed Maurice and pulled him back.
“I’ve gotta stay with her, man! I’ve gotta stay with her!” Maurice screamed as he struggled against Jamal.
“Listen to me! Listen to me, Maurice! Let the medics do their jobs. She’s going to be alright. Your sister and her son need you.” Jamal said firmly to Maurice. Maurice was trembling as he turned to look at Deisha. The medics were placing her on a gurney and putting her in the back of an ambulance.
“I’ve been where you are, Mar. But you’ve gotta keep a clear head for Deisha, for yourself and for your sister and her son.”
Manny came out of the church with his son in his arms. It took him a moment to calm Kamir down. Davidson was able to talk the police out of arresting Keisha and D-Ball since they both had a license to carry and his guns were registered. Keisha grabbed her son and felt all over his back, checking him to make sure he was okay.
“He’s good, I checked him.” Manny told her. Keisha fell into his arms and cried hysterically.
“They shot Deisha!!” She sobbed in his arms.
Manny held Keisha and looked over at D-Ball with his son. He looked at Jamal and Maurice and saw how distraught he was that Deisha had been shot. He was beyond pissed off and tired.
“Jamal,” Manny called over to him.
Jamal walked over to him and Keisha. “Yo.”
“Samir didn’t even have the fucking courtesy to let me bury my muthafucking mom and brother. He brought the bullshit to their funeral. To their funeral!! You tell that fucking cop he can either bring Samir in tonight or fish his fucking body outta Cobbs Creek tomorrow. He ain’t playing by any rules, why the fuck should we!?” Manny said furiously.
Jamal looked at Manny and Keisha but didn’t have the words to say. He knew Manny was right. He went back over to the cops to assist with the investigation and answer any necessary questions. When they were given the go ahead, Manny and his family headed over to Chelten Hills Cemetery to bury Kiree and Ms. Becky. Jamal and Maurice stayed behind so they could head over to the hospital to check on Deisha.
Maurice sat in a chair in the waiting room leaning on his knees with his hands to his head, shaking his leg. Jamal felt bad for him. He prayed that Deisha made it. He didn’t want Maurice to go through the same thing that he went through with Tamera.
They waited a little longer when finally a doctor came over to them. Maurice stood up. His heart was racing in his chest as he waited to hear what the doctor had to say.
“Ms. Brown was stabilized. It was touch and go for a moment, we almost lost her. The bullet is lodged in some muscular tissue and she had some internal bleeding. We were able to get that under control. She’ll be taken into surgery in the next ten minutes. Thankfully the bullet hasn’t traveled. Once we remove it and repair any damage, she should make a full recovery,” the doctor explained.
Maurice nodded his head and sat back down. Jamal sat next to him when the doctors left.
“She’s going to be okay,” Jamal told Maurice.
“You don’t know that,” Maurice said as he shook his head.
“No, I don’t know that. But I believe that she will be okay. And you need to, too. You have to stay positive for her. Trust me on this,” Jamal said to his friend. Maurice nodded and put his hands back to his head before leaning on his knees again. “I’ll be right back.”
Jamal left the waiting room and called Davidson.
“Davidson,” he answered after the second ring.
“You still think Samir can be taken down by the book?” Jamal asked into his phone, angrily. “Because today shows he doesn’t give a fuck. He attacked at a fucking funeral, my man!”
“I know Jamal, and I understand you’re upset. You should be upset. But we can’t just run around killing people because we think the world will be a better place without them. That’s not up to us to decide,” Davidson argued.
“You do what you gotta do. I’ma do what I gotta do. God bless my vest. Trying to do it your way could’ve gotten me killed today.” Jamal disconnected his call. He needed to move fast. Samir wasn’t waiting. He knew he couldn’t either....
Coming Summer 2013