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A Thug’s Redemption 2: Jamal’s Return- Available on Amazon Kindle

June 20, 2013 A Thug's Redemption  No comments

A Thug's Redemption 2: Jamal's Return A Thug's Redemption 2: Jamal's Return is available on Amazon Kindle and I must say it is ringing bells! For those of you who have purchased A Thug's Redemption 1 and/or 2, please be sure to leave your rating on Amazon. Even if you did not purchase the book on Amazon, you can still leave a rating as long as you've made a purchase on Amazon in the past. I am truly proud of how that book turned out and am loving the response I am getting from those who have read it already. I released it on my birthday- June 4th- as a birthday gift to me and just a gift to my readers as I know how much so many of them have been waiting on this book. Though it is not printed as of yet and I am hoping to have the printed copies in my hand very soon, you can make your purchase on Amazon Kindle Trust me, you will not be disappointed. If you would like a FREE preview of this page turning, suspenseful tale, read the first 40 pages on Book Buzzr As always, I take out my favorite part of a book I am writing or have already written and I post it. Get your copy of the 5 Star page turning sequel on Amazon Kindle. Buy A Thug's Redemption 2: Jamal's Return HereA Thug's Redemption 2: Jamal's Return ExcerptDeisha 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 texted 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 texted 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 stretcher 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 walked out of the church carrying 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.

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