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Born on September 10, 1974, in Jamaica, Queens, New York, U.S.A. Elijah Silver Knight Hamilton must make the right choices as he wrestles in the Conflicts Within.
Growing up without knowing who his father was and having only a single mother who sold drugs along with nine siblings he's faced with a lot of troubles and trials. After the death of his mother at age twelve Don Kong New York's drug kingpin takes him as a mentor. However, due to circumstances, Elijah has to go off from one foster home to the other until he later decides the streets is for him. He visits his former hood where he meets upon Don Kong again who shows him that society doesn't really care about him or anyone for that matter but about themselves and who loves them. Elijah listens keenly as Don Kong tells him to come and sell drugs for him so that he can earn some money like the other guys in the hood. Elijah believes and accepts Don Kong's offer because he has been like a father and he starts off hustling on the street of Southside, New York where he has been joined by the Jump Movers the most powerful gang in New York under Kong's leadership. Several years later Don Kong dies and Elijah is crowned as New York's most powerful and notorious drug lord where he governs the drug organization left to him by Don Kong. Now that Elijah has taken over he has the money, power, and women the three attributes that all gangsters dream of. He meets a beautiful criminal lawyer by the name of Keisha in his nightclub "Club Indulgence" where he falls for her and later has a daughter named Tanisha. However, can Elijah overcome the conflicts of his mind after been sentenced to twenty years in prison or will they get the better of him?
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Conflicts Within - Paul A. Lynch
Conflicts Within
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Paul A. Lynch
Copyright ©2018 by Paul A. Lynch. All rights reserved.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Dedication
To Maria
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
Other Books By The Author
Chapter One
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September 10, 1972, Queens, Jamaica, New York City, U.S.A.
The Story of a Former Gangster and Drug Kingpin -Elijah Silver Knight Hamilton-
They say that life is unfair. I wonder what made anyone think it was fair. Probably just probably that person knew what it is exactly he was talking about. I’ve been on this earth long enough to know that conflicts are within. All conflicts can be resolved but many people think the only way to resolve a conflict is through death. There are only two roads in life either the bad or the good. Maybe I should add a third and that is Conflict. Within myself, I’ve been on this road a long time to know how people really think and act. Personally, I think no one is born bad and no one is born good. Rather I believe several factors affect how one turn out in life. For example, if you grow a child around drugs chances are he’ll become a crackhead. Noticed I said, Chances are.
It’s not a must that he becomes a crackhead. On the one hand, you may have a kid who grows up around books and he becomes a professor or some other good personality in life. That kid could as well become a bad person in life. It all depends. Probably you’re wondering why I don’t introduce myself. I’ll do that shortly but for now, I’ll talk some more.
The problems we face in this life are only temporary and not eternal. Although sometimes I wrestle with the conflict of my mind. I can’t say I grew up as an average kid. No, I didn’t. I wasn’t born rich. Rumors were said that I had a rich uncle but when I knew him he grew broke. He was on my mind not reality. No one will fend for you in life. You have to fend for yourself. These streets are like the savannahs in Africa that I’ve watched on Animal Planet and learned about. Probably it was more like Wild Discovery.
My mother gave me the birth name Elijah Hamilton and to this day I wondered why. I was certainly no prophet. I was born on September 10, 1974, in Jamaica, Queens, New York City. Then Mother packed up her stuff and we moved to the hood in Southside New York. My mom said I gave her the most pain out of all her children at birth. I was the first born and there were nine of us in all.
My mother’s name was Simone Larine. Indeed I think Simone is a beautiful name. My mother’s life wasn’t that beautiful though. She didn’t get a fine education like many in this life but she gave what she had. My mother was a gangster mom if you understand what I’m saying. In her younger days, she sold crack for a drug kingpin called Don Kong an African American brother who many also called Slick. I didn’t know my father and when I asked my mom who he was you could only see the distress in her eyes. I could ask my mom a lot of stuff and get answers but not any about my father. The only father I really knew was Don Kong. And I wondered if he was my father. It turned out I’d never know.
For a child to know his or her father today we have what is called a Paternity Test, however, back in the day we African Americans just looked at a child’s face and features and match it with the parent. That was our DNA. That was our Paternity Test. My mom Simone Larine was very beautiful and light skinned and that’s where I got my good looks. Every man wanted a piece of her back in the day according to the stories she’d told me and some of my siblings when she was alive. I wondered if they thought she was just a piece of meat. Probably, but to us, she was our strength. It’s not easy for a woman to raise a male kid much less male children. There was nine of us that she’d the trouble guiding. Six girls and three boys. I was the firstborn who became a drug lord. You know like when you read the Bible about the firstborn son and what he would inherit such as a nice wife, a kingdom, agricultural lands, well I inherited conflict and misery. Before my Mother was thirty-five she had seven of us and by age forty-two more. As the oldest, I hustled in the streets of New York City. You had the Suburbs in New York and also the ghetto known as the Hood. I purposed in my heart to always be the role model for my siblings to follow. Out of all nine of Mother’s children, only seven know who their Father is. As for me and my second oldest sibling Mark we were still in the dark about our Father. Probably we’d the same father.
By age forty-two going forty-three, my mother was dead. She died near to her birthday, April 20. My mother’s life was short lived. She had me when she was just seventeen. After junior high school one day I returned home and found the police along with members of the morgue at our broken down apartment. Nobody fetched me from school and it seemed they were there a good while. One white police officer asked if I was one of her kids. I wondered how he knew. I said, Yes.
He said looking into my eyes, It’s going to be okay Son.
The last time someone told me that I went to Ryker’s Prison. I learned it was indeed futile to put trust in man. I went in and saw my mom lying on the settee looking all dead. I never forgot that scene. My world had ended that day. As for my siblings, they cried like hell.
The autopsy revealed that Mother died of Leukemia and a drug overdose. The drug overdose was true as I saw the needle they removed from off her arm before taking her away to the morgue. The truth is though Mother died of a broken heart. She started out well and ended up in hell. From that time I swore not to go to hell nor die in a broken down shack. Heroin use was common back in the day. There were many fine people that needed drugs. Drug dealing was the norm. Drugs and guns ruled the streets along with gangsters and thieves. Hoes and bitches were also common. This may sound hard to believe but I didn’t know any family members. My Grandma and Grandpa both were dead and Mother’s sister died from cancer. The only person that came to us was Don Kong. Don Kong was the one who paid for Mother’s funeral. The funeral day wasn’t that big. I’d say the size was medium. Tributes poured out like crazy and my siblings cried like they were getting a whipping on their butts. As for me, I didn’t cry because that wasn’t gangster. It was time to go to the burial spot and that’s where I felt it the most. Never going to see Mother again. Yet I didn’t shed a tear. Don Kong kept telling me it was going to be okay. Everything was going to be fine.
At the graveside, the pastor and the mourners sang this song as the coffin was lowered and the dirt was poured on it: "Sleep on, beloved, sleep and take thy rest, Lay down thy head upon thy Saviour’s breast,
We love thee well but Jesus love thee best,
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight."
It was at that moment I’d reflected myself if there was a heaven for a G and if there was what it would be like there. I’d realize for the first time what death was because it was someone close to me who had died. Sure I’d known about death but to experience it first hand is in a different league. I didn’t know what would become of me and my siblings but the next day child services were at the door. In fact, I’d seen a man in a tuxedo watching our house before like he was in the Secret Service. Child Services divided up my family and placed us all in foster care. I was placed with an African American family that seemed okay enough. There was Clive, his wife Jean, and two kids, Sharon and Tim ages seven and ten. At that time I was just thirteen going on fourteen. I’d changed school by then and I was attending Sherwood Junior High. Also, I had moved from where I was raised in the broken down shack in New York. I was now living in the suburbs. The thing about the suburbs from the hood is that it’s peaceful and everyone was rich. I’d spent two years with the Waggers as their last name suggests. I was still Elijah Hamilton though and nothing could ever change that.
In my sixteenth year, I’d moved to another area in New York, sixty miles away to live with the Jones. One thing about the Jones was that everyone tried as much as possible to pretend to live up to each other’s expectations.