A Ratchet City Hustler's Unexpected Halloween Surprise E-Book

Renessa D Jackson

• Herausgeber: WS
• Kategorie: Lebensstil
• Serie: Ratchet City Boss
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 120

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

"A Ratchet City Hustler's Halloween Surprise" is a gripping urban tale of secrets, survival, and redemption. Treylon Taylor has been separated from Kiara Kelly for five years, but his life takes an unexpected turn when he overhears a shocking conversation in a local nail salon. He discovers that Kiara had a son for him, a son he never knew about.

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A Ratchet City Hustler's Unexpected Halloween Surprise (RATCHET CITY BOSS, #1.5)

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE THE DAY THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING

CHAPTER TWO THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

CHAPTER THREE A MOTHER’S HEART

CHAPTER FOUR TJ'S SCARY NIGHTMARES

CHAPTER FIVE FACE TO FACE

CHAPTER SIX A FATHER’S HEART

CHAPTER SEVEN TJ’S FIRST FAMILY SHOPPING TRIP

CHAPTER EIGHT CREATING FAMILY MEMORIES

CHAPTER NINE TREYLON’S NEW PATH

CHAPTER TEN FORGIVENESS ON THE RISE

CHAPTER ELEVEN LOVE UNDERCOVER

CHAPTER TWELVE A NEW BEGINNING

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COPYRIGHT© 2024 A Ratchet City Hustler’s Unexpected Halloween Surprise by Renessa D. Jackson. Unless otherwise indicated, all materials on these pages are copyrighted by Allure Productions LLC. All rights reserved. No part of these pages, either text or image may be used for any purpose other than personal use. Therefore, reproduction, modification, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical or otherwise, for reasons other than personal use, is strictly prohibited without prior written permission from the publisher and writer, except brief quotes used in reviews. This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or to the real locals intend to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents are entirely coincidental.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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COPYRIGHT

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE THE DAY THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING

CHAPTER TWO THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

CHAPTER THREE A MOTHER’S HEART

CHAPTER FOUR TJ'S SCARY NIGHTMARES

CHAPTER FIVE FACE TO FACE

CHAPTER SIX A FATHER’S HEART

CHAPTER SEVEN TJ’S FIRST FAMILY SHOPPING TRIP

CHAPTER EIGHT CREATING FAMILY MEMORIES

CHAPTER NINE TREYLON’S NEW PATH

CHAPTER TEN FORGIVENESS ON THE RISE

CHAPTER ELEVEN LOVE UNDERCOVER

CHAPTER TWELVE A NEW BEGINNING

NOTE TO READER

WHAT’S NEXT ON YOUR READING LIST?

STAY CONNECTED

CONNECT ON SOCIAL

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ABOUT THE PUBLISHER

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

CHAPTER ONE THE DAY THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING

My day kicked off just like any other day. I was up with the sun at 6am, out on these Shreveport streets, hustlin’ like I was born to do. We locals call our city Ratchet City and I’m out here grindin’ hard every day makin’ moves and power plays. I am a businessman and my business is providing these streets with high quality products of the pharmaceutical kind. My position is sergeant and I am responsible for the Waterside, Highland, Shreve Island, and Broadmoor Subdivisions. My Boss is that nigga Stone and he always provides me with that premium cut pure cocaine, marijuana, and prescription drugs. Ain’t nobody out here touchin’ the quality we got it’s the best on the market.

Hustlin’ has always come easy to me, it’s all I know and life has been good on the hustle front. No beef in the streets and business has been running smooth lately. But my personal life is a whole other matter, and it’s what’s got me stumped right now.

I ain't had nothing real relationship wise in over five years. That’s when the love of my life, Kiara Kelly walked out and left me high and dry. Since then, I have just been keeping things casual with random hook-ups when the need hit. After K left no one has even sparked my interest to make me want anything beyond a couple nights of raw passion. Lettin’ someone besides K in never even crossed my mind and no one has touched my heart.

I thought maybe something was different with Constance Bradley, my current situation, and I might be able to open up and let her in. She don’t stir any emotional feelings within me, but she knew how to satisfy me sexually. Right now, that’s all I require of a woman so she has been serving her purpose well. But something ain’t right with her and I can’t quite put my finger on what it is. Then she has me here looking stupid as hell posted up at Unique Nail Boutique on Kingston Road. She hit me up two hours ago begging me to come scoop her, talking ‘bout "baby, please" and all that sappy shit. Now I’ve been sitting in this fancy ass reclining chair for damn near an hour, getting my feet worked on 'cause she said she'd "be done shortly." Yeah, aight. Shortly came and went forty-five minutes ago.

I ain't even gonna front though, the lil’ foot massage was a’ight. They handled my dogs with care, for real. It took off all the rough skin on my hills and removed the corns on my toes. But see, I ain't the type of nigga to be camped out in no nail shop all day like I ain't got nothing better to be doin’. Right when I was ‘bout to tell the nail tech I'm out is when some words floating over from where Constance was sitting with Breanna Wilson caught my attention and made my blood run cold.

Breanna Wilson. That name alone got my jaw clenching. She's Kiara Kelly's first cousin, and everybody in these streets know she got that viper tongue, especially when she feeling some type of way. Back when I was with Kiara, Breanna was forever trying to slide in my DMs on some sneaky shit, causing all kinds of family drama. Even after me and Kiara split, shawty kept tryna shoot her shot, but I wasn't having none of that snake energy. Her character is flawed as hell and I ain't fucking with no snake, not even in shoes.

Sitting here now, I'm feeling mad exposed. Like every eye in this bitch is watching me, judging me. You can call me paranoid or whatever, but my gut keeps screamin’ for me to bounce. These strangers already all up in my business, hearing whatever snake shit Breanna whispering to Constance. I know that hoe ain’t missing out on this opportunity to drop mad salt on me.

The nail tech working on my feet probably thinking I'm some kind of lame, letting this hoe play on my top. The old lady under the foot dryer been trying not to stare, but I see her side eyeing me. Even the little girl getting her first pedicure with her mama keeps looking my way. It’s a dead give away that I’m them hoe’s main topic of conversation.

In my head, I'm running back all the times, Constance has been acting funny lately. Making me wait, coming up with excuses, always running late. Now I'm wondering if this whole thing, making me sit here like some kind of simp, was planned. Got me feeling like a straight clown, like some kind of joke for the whole shop to laugh at.

The more I think about it, the more my blood pressure is rising. Constance knows exactly what she’s doing, having me wait while she kicked it with snake ass Breanna of all people. This that disrespect I been sensing but ain't want to believe. And Breanna? She probably loving every second of this, seeing me uncomfortable, knowing she about to stir up some more drama. That's her whole M.O., can't nobody in the hood trust her fake ass.

But the words I just caught floating over got me frozen to my seat though. And the way Breanna keeps looking over here now, whispering and giggling? Yeah, this whole scene about to be some whole other type of situation. “Cause these hoes got me all the way fucked up.

"Constance, girl, have you heard?" Breanna's voice dripped with that fake sweet talk. The poison she’s known for spreadin’. "Kiara been struggling, all 'cause she’s raising Treylon's child alone. I don't know how she kept that secret this long."

Them words hit me hard, square in my solar plexus. My whole body went rigid, hands gripping the armrests so tight my knuckles went white. K had my child? Nah, this can't be right. I leaned forward, ears straining to catch every word, praying I heard wrong.

"What you mean, Bre?" Constance's voice wavered, but that undertone, something about it ain't sit right with me.

"Girl, Treylon got Kiara pregnant five years ago. She ain't tell him 'cause he was always talking 'bout he ain't want no kids. So, she left. Now she out here grinding hard working two jobs, barely keeping her head above water to raise their son. Ain't that some shit?" Breanna's laugh was ugly, full of that jealous energy she carried.

“Why you bringing this up now? You know he’s just across the way,” Constance hissed.

“That nigga can’t hear me. So, relax.” Breanna chuckled.

My heart stopped, body tensed, and my mind started racing. I felt like I'd just taken a slug to my chest. Kiara had my seed. My blood? I haven't laid eyes on her since that chaotic situation that popped off during our breakup five years back, the one that left me cold towards these females. Now this bomb dropping on me in a nail shop. What the fuck?

I spotted the Vietnamese nail tech that’s been working on my feet. Caught her eye and gestured for her to come over. "Get this shit off my feet. Now." My voice came out ice cold.

"Yes, right away," she moved quick, her fingers worked fast and freed my feet.

Once done, I pulled a hundred from my pocket, dropped it in her hand for the tip. Then I laced up my black and gold Jordans real quick, adjusted my fitted and my 102 hoodie. When I stood up and turned ‘round I looked dead at Constance, and all that mahogany complexion went ashy. Her usual ice queen composure cracked. I could see her searching my gaze tryin’ to determine how much I’d overheard.

She stared in my eyes, and started forming words, "Treylon..." But before she could finish, the front door burst open. Three masked men rushed in, strapped with them thangs, scanning the room like they was hunting.

"Everyone down!" One shouted, waving his piece around wild.

But before anybody could move, Constance's whole demeanor switched up. She reached under her smock, pulled out a badge and heater in one smooth motion. "FBI! Everyone stay calm!"

The hell? My mind trying to process this shit when the back door flew open, and more agents poured in, tactical gear and everything. The nail shop turned into a warzone, people screaming, running, diving for cover.

Through the chaos, I caught Constance's eye again. This time, that soft look was gone, replaced by some cold, calculated shit. "Mr. Taylor, we need to talk about your business ventures," she told me as her team took control of the niggas that tried to rob the shop.

I ain't even dignify that shit with a response. I was checkin’ the nigga’s that stormed in with all that heat. Tryna see if I knew any of them. Once I was fairly sure them nigga’s weren’t after me. I pulled my phone out and hit the panic button. Within thirty seconds, I could hear the hum of familiar V8 engines outside. My security team, Tray and the crew, rolling up heavy. They all knew better than to come in hot though. This is a chess game now, not checkers.

Constance and her team of Feds might've thought they had me, but they ain't have shit. That hoe don’t even know where I lay my head at much less anything about my hustle. I don’t be pillow talkin’ wit’ these broads so I’m straight. My lawyers been preparing for this day. So, I stood my ground, cool as a fan, while Tray coordinated with my legal team through his earpiece.

"Agent Bradley," my lawyer Josie Dupree-Lorion’s beautiful voice came through clear on speaker. "Unless you're formally charging my client, he's free to go. And we will be discussing this inappropriate surveillance operation of yours."

The look on Constance's face was priceless. She knew they ain't have nothing solid. Just another alphabet agency trying to make a name off a young nigga with money. After fifteen tense minutes of them goin’ back and forward, they had to let me walk.

But as I stepped out that shop, my mind wasn't on the Feds. All I could think about was Kiara and my son. My flesh and blood out there struggling? Nah, that ain't sit right wit’ me. First thing first though, I had to make sure this Fed situation was handled properly. Then I'm finding my seed, consequences be damned.

Tray fell in step beside me as we headed to their trucks. "Boss, what's the move?" Tray asked as I opened the door to the Hellcat.

I adjusted my piece at my waist, making sure it sat right. "Get me everything on Constance Bradley you can find without alerting the Feds. And find out if Breanna was running her mouth for real or just trying to set me up on the personal tip. If she’s tryna stir up trouble with my new girl? That’s one thing. If she’s workin’ with these pigs? That’s a whole other ballgame."

As I pulled off, I caught one last glimpse of Constance in my side mirror. Thought I knew what betrayal felt like before, but this some other level shit. Two years of moves I gotta review now, figure out what she been watching. Lucky for me Stone don’t play that pillow talkin’ shit. So, that hoe don’t know nothing about my hustle. But first, I got a son to find.

CHAPTER TWO THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

Kiara Kelly wasn't