Rise of a Gangsta Pt. 2 (The Gangsta Chronicles) (Urban Fiction)
Book Details
Author(s)Crystal Rayne
PublisherCredence Press
ISBN / ASINB00OSNQEYQ
ISBN-13978B00OSNQEY2
MarketplaceFrance 🇫🇷
Description
The Young Starz Crew owned Atlanta and had the world at their feet but when Crew leaders, LT and Dre, get killed in New Orleans all the glory ends with them.Their little brother, Yan, is left to grieve after swearing to avenge the death of his brothers but Fate has one more blow for him. Now, he's left with nothing. Only his bloody dreams of sweet revenge keep him alive but Yan knows nothing of the Game. He’s got a lot to learn but he knows exactly where to go to get the kind of education that will help him take his family’s enemies down.
This SHORT URBAN STORY contains graphic language and EXPLICIT scenes!
EXCERPT: Dre and LT had built the Young Starz into a crew that commanded respect from coast to coast. I knew all that. I also knew it hadn’t stopped someone from gunning them both down. Finding who’d done it and doing the same for them was the only thing on my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Re-building the Young Starz would only distract me from what I needed to do. Dre and LT’s killers were in New Orleans, not Atlanta. But I wasn’t going to just show up there gunning for whoever had done it. They’d be expecting that and they’d be ready for me. I already had a name and a lead. Claudius Riley. A shooter who worked for a family by the name of the Fontenots but who also did freelance work. Feather had said the Fontenots were the dons down in New Orleans but Dre and LT had never told him who they were going to see. They hadn’t told me, either. So far, I was playing it cool. It could be the Fontenots or it could be someone else who ordered the hit. I needed to be sure who it was.
As I was thinking about all this a scream ripped through the air tearing me from my thoughts. A blur rushed past my elbow and a woman threw herself, screaming, into the grave pit. At first, I thought it was Bianca, Dre’s woman, but then I realized it wasn’t. Bianca was still standing diagonally across from me in a tight knee-length black dress she’d bought especially for the funeral.
Everybody stared in shock at the girl who was now lying full length on the dirt-strewn coffin, sobbing and screaming “No! No!†in a high-pitched wail. One of the grave-diggers jumped down after her and tried to pull her away but she lashed out at him, somehow managing to strike him in his balls. He staggered back, his face twisted in pain as she resumed screaming.
This SHORT URBAN STORY contains graphic language and EXPLICIT scenes!
EXCERPT: Dre and LT had built the Young Starz into a crew that commanded respect from coast to coast. I knew all that. I also knew it hadn’t stopped someone from gunning them both down. Finding who’d done it and doing the same for them was the only thing on my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Re-building the Young Starz would only distract me from what I needed to do. Dre and LT’s killers were in New Orleans, not Atlanta. But I wasn’t going to just show up there gunning for whoever had done it. They’d be expecting that and they’d be ready for me. I already had a name and a lead. Claudius Riley. A shooter who worked for a family by the name of the Fontenots but who also did freelance work. Feather had said the Fontenots were the dons down in New Orleans but Dre and LT had never told him who they were going to see. They hadn’t told me, either. So far, I was playing it cool. It could be the Fontenots or it could be someone else who ordered the hit. I needed to be sure who it was.
As I was thinking about all this a scream ripped through the air tearing me from my thoughts. A blur rushed past my elbow and a woman threw herself, screaming, into the grave pit. At first, I thought it was Bianca, Dre’s woman, but then I realized it wasn’t. Bianca was still standing diagonally across from me in a tight knee-length black dress she’d bought especially for the funeral.
Everybody stared in shock at the girl who was now lying full length on the dirt-strewn coffin, sobbing and screaming “No! No!†in a high-pitched wail. One of the grave-diggers jumped down after her and tried to pull her away but she lashed out at him, somehow managing to strike him in his balls. He staggered back, his face twisted in pain as she resumed screaming.
