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Thug Mrs.: A Woman's Sacrifice By Leevon Young Jr. ISBN 10: 0-9755342-4-6 ISBN 13: 978-0-9755342-4-3 LCCN: 2007005631 Publisher: Around the Way Books (November 2007) Genre: Urban novel/Street Lit/African-American Fiction Retail Price: $14.99 On Sale Now for $9.99 |
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"...filled with the anger and hopelessness of never-ending revenge and betrayal in the city." Library Journal, October 15, 2007. "A fast paced ride into the urban underworld. Once you pick this book up, you won't put it down!" - Andre Lewis, Author of Pay to Play and The Plexus Agenda. ----------------------------------------------------- New! Interview with the Author: Watch the Video. To Read Articles Related to This Book, click here. -----------------------------------------------------
Thug Mrs.:
A Woman's Sacrifice When her brother, Glocks, is locked up for drug possession, LaShawn is forced to join the street game that he spent his life protecting her from. With the help of her friends, LaShawn finds that the truth is deeper than she thought. Bigga’s only thought was for himself when he double-crossed his partner, Glocks. Now he’s caught up with two corrupt cops who have him running drugs to line their pockets. After a rival is killed, Bigga suspects the police’s corruption runs deeper than drug dealing. Now the game has been raised to another level. LaShawn, and her best-friend Niecy, join forces with Wicked, a handsome brotha who leads them through the ins and outs of the trade. As business heats up, so does the romance between LaShawn and Wicked. But their budding feelings may have to be put on hold, as LaShawn would sacrifice anything to win her brother’s freedom. ----------------------------------------------------- A Quote from the Book Reaching their destination, an abandoned factory, they dragged the semi-conscious Manchild from the back seat. Depositing him on the dirty floor of the factory, Rogers slapped him in the face to bring him the rest of the way around. When he was coherent enough to understand what they were saying, Rogers began interrogating him right away. “Listen, we don’t have all night. You either give us what we want, or you can rot right here with a bullet in your head,” Rogers threatened, meaning every word of what he said. Manchild’s brain was still fuddled for a moment while it tried to find its balance. The man’s voice came to him from a distance and wasn’t fully understood. When he was finally able to focus in on things, his first reply was, “Y’all mutha fuckas ain’t no cops.” “We’re the real deal and the kind you never wanted to meet on a dark night such as this one,” Reese offered. “My partner here asked you a question and he wants an answer. Where’s the money and drugs?” “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talkin’ about,” Manchild responded, playing dumb. If they have to ask, they don’t know shit, he thought. “Don’t be a lil’ shit, Manchild. We know all about you and your drug dealing operation,” Rogers stated. “If you wanna be an asshole, it’s on you. I suggest that you look around. There’s no one to help you and even if there was, who’s side do you think they’ll take? We’re the law and you’re a drug dealer.” Manchild looked around and realized they were somewhere that was isolated. What the fuck, he thought. How the fuck did I get caught up wit’ some crooked ass pigs? “I guess you get the picture. Now back to business. You have a choice. Either you give us what we want and we’ll give you the protection you need on the streets, or you can fill in the blanks,” Reese said. He was more for the subtle approach, unlike Rogers who preferred abusive force. Manchild was no fool. He knew that one of two things would happen if he gave in to these corrupt cops. He would either be locked up or they would keep pressing him. The worst-case scenario was they’d kill him. “I said I don’t know what y’all talkin’ about. I just came from a hotel with my girl.” He decided to play his trump card. He knew he had an airtight alibi. Not getting the response he wanted, Rogers sprang into action. Pulling a thirty-two handgun from his coat pocket, he took aim and pulled the trigger all in one smooth motion. The crackle from the discharged weapon was extremely loud in the empty factory. The slug from the gun found its resting place in Manchild’s leg. “What the fuck?” Reese yelled at Rogers as Manchild screamed at the top of his lungs. “You’ve gone too fucking far this time!” “We don’t have all fucking night. Let’s get what we came for and leave,” Rogers said to his partner. Turning his attention back to Manchild, he barked, “Where the fuck do you keep your drugs and money? If I have to ask you one more time, I’ll shoot you again.” Reese was too shocked to react. He just stood where he was while Rogers handled things. He knew his partner had crossed a line that was sure to get the attention of Internal Affairs. It was bad enough they were committing felony robbery and drug wholesaling. “I’ight, damn,” Manchild responded in fear and pain. “I’ll tell you.” He figured that his chances of surviving this ordeal would be greater if he gave them what they wanted and promised to pay them every week afterwards. He had every intention on setting their asses up to take a hard fall. -----------------------------------------------------
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