Dangerously Loyal

Copyright 2014 David L. Jackson.

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CONTENTS

Acknowledgments

Synopsis

Prologue

Chapter One   Dangerously Loyal

Chapter Two   Raining Phoenix

Chapter Three   Gettin’ Down To Business

Chapter Four   Setup

Chapter Five   Love, Hate, Confusion

Chapter Six   Shocking Revelation

Chapter Seven   $ Big Stacks $

Chapter Eight   Two Faces Of A Dolla

Chapter Nine   Seconds To Explain

Chapter Ten   A Loss

Chapter Eleven   Heartfelt Memories

Chapter Twelve   The Time Is Now

Chapter Thirteen   Playtime’s Over

Chapter Fourteen   Chocolate, Honey, And Ice

Chapter Fifteen   Underground Invitations

Chapter Sixteen   Some Business Is Nobody’s Business

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

All praises due to God for giving me the knowledge, wisdom, and courage to put out this book.

Thank you too to those who have supported me throughout the years. To Marianne, who has supported me mentally and physically, for being there for me throughout time itself. I’ll always love you. To Chris, Morris, Kate, Danielle, Linsey, Ruth, Miriam, Jimmy, Rachel, Rose, and Shani of O’Melveny & Myers firm, truly you have embedded yourselves in my heart.

To my brothers (Roger, Stan, Larry) and my sisters (Patricia and Brenda), I love you dearly.

SYNOPSIS

DANGEROUSLY LOYAL

After Frost’s life was taken from him when his wife and three daughters were raped and murdered, he vows to take the life of the individual responsible: Delsha or Black Widow.

Seeking revenge on his son for the pain he brought to her as well as her family, she vows to take from him what his father took from her—and more. Follow Sherese, better known as Red, as she races against time to honor a contract that will seal her son’s fate if she doesn’t come through on her end. Will she make it in time?

With an unsuspecting twist, Frost’s past has caught up to his present, which jeopardizes his future, throwing his entire empire into a flaming war. Outside as well as within, can he put the fire out? Find out as you turn each page and get a vivid tale of sex, money, murder, rape, loss, and betrayal. Find out just who’s dangerously loyal.

PROLOGUE

Resentment

Noooo, stop, Tonka. Please don’t do this, Nana cried. Tonka backhanded her, sending her stumbling into the kitchen only to land on top of the table. Tonka quickly closed the space between them and grabbed her by her hair, pinning her to the table.

"Awwww," she groaned in pain.

Me gwan teach ya who ‘appens when ya play fa dey team, he said as he snatched her robe string out and put it around her neck, then reached under her robe, and ripped her panties clean off.

Please, Tonka, don’t do this. We’re family.

We family?

Yeah, Tonka, we’ve always been family, she said in between sobs.

Well, me got sumthing fa me family, said Tonka as he pulled out his twelve-inch dick and buried it deep into her pussy, forcing a bloodcurdling scream out of her, which was muffled as he pulled tightly on the string around her neck.

Nana passed out and gave him no signs that he was hurting her any longer, which pissed him off. Tonka slipped out of her pussy only to ram his dick up her rectum, snatching her out of her coma-like state and put her in shock.

Tonka pulled out her ass, which was now bleeding. Don’t worry, me take care of dem likkle offsprings fay a, Tonka said while holding his bloody dick.

He turned to walk off, but with all the strength Nana could conjure up, she grabbed hold of his shirt, willing herself not to let go for the sake of her daughter.

Tonka turned back and grabbed Nana’s head; and with a quick twist, he snapped her neck, letting her drop to the floor. He then walked to the back room and opened the door to Amanda’s room, spotting her on the bed crying, and turned around closing the door behind him with a sinister look on his face.

Frost awoke from his nightmare in a cold sweat breathing hard. He looked over at Lexlie who was now giving off a muffled cry.

Lexlie, what’s wrong? Frost asked.

She didn’t answer him; she just continued to whimper and cry. Lexlie, what’s wrong? Frost asked again, this time turning her over to face him.

What Frost saw next shocked him because he was now staring into his daughter Amanda’s face.

He hurt me, Daddy. Why did you let him hurt me? Amanda cried.

Noooo! Frost awoke screaming and sweating.

Frost, calm down, baby. Calm down. You were just having a bad dream, Lexlie told him.

She grabbed a tissue and glass of water off her nightstand and gave him the water to drink as she wiped the sweat from his head and neck.

Someone knocked on the door.

Come in, Lexlie said.

Rosa, their maid, walked in. I heard Senor Frost yelling. Is everything okay? said Rosa.

Yeah, thank you, Rosa. Everything is fine, Lexlie told her. Rosa turned and left out the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Lexlie lay close to Frost and rubbed his chest as he slowly drifted back off to sleep.

CHAPTER ONE

DANGEROUSLY LOYAL

Bronx, New York, 1:35 p.m.

It was a hot and humid summer day as twelve individuals on Washington Avenue were on the fourth floor, armed and ready to kill. Unfortunately the maid who answered the door was now in the corner of the living room tied up with tears in her eyes and her mouth duct-taped as her boss lay sound asleep upstairs. The little bit of water that was thrown in his face caused him to sit up quickly only to get hit with a stiff jab to the head. His eyesight adjusted quickly only to find himself staring down the barrel of a .44 long. His eyes scanned the room, but Lexlie was nowhere in sight, and he thought to himself, I knew I should’ve stayed at the house with Lexlie instead of comin’ to her crib, not to mention gettin’ Rosa caught up in this bullshit. Crazy shit this is. I’m only three blocks from the cemetery, but how the fuck am I gonna get hold of Tuface?

Mr. Frost, look at you, dred, caught up ’bout to get laid down. Frost laughed and shook his head.

So, Tonka, tell me something. To what do I owe a piece of shit like you for being in my presence, and where are the girls?

Ya likkle girlfriend’s be jus’ fine where dey gon go, dred.

You know last time I seen your fake Bob Marley ass you was spilling your guts in the courtroom to keep them from giving your ass that needle; then you got pass that and started spilling your guts again to keep them from deportin’ your ass back to Jamaica where those real rastas is at just sitting, waitin’ for that ass.

And me ’ear you was in da back of da courtroom waitin’ pon me release. Now. dred, me know why you was in da back, but me wan know who ‘ired you to kill me?

Is you crazy? You must of slipped, fell, and scraped one or two of those dreds off the back of your head. That’s an insult. Don’t nobody gotta hire me to put a bullet in your fuckin’ head, especially after that shit you did to my family; and you know what, Tonka, personally if you rat, you should lose your tongue. Since you said what you seen you should lose your eyes, and quite frankly I think you should’ve got the chair with your rat ass, but the streets will bring justice to your door sooner than later, believe that! Hold the fuck up! How the fuck you get out this early?

A, dred, you know you talk real big for a dred who’s under da gun, but if you must know, seems like you wasn’t da only mon trying to kill me. Me got stabbed so when da guards took me to da ‘ospital me had a likkle surprise waitin’ pon dem, but dats enough small talk. ‘Et up. You comin’ wit us, Tonka said. Frost looked at the two guards that had their weapons trained on him and noticed how they both were nervous and sweating profusely. Slowly Frost got off the bed and started to reach for his shirt, and Tonka’s armed guards, with the cocking sound of their weapons, quickly assured Frost the wrong move would be his last move.

With his back to them, he picked up his shirt; and while looking through the mirror that hung on the wall, Frost swung his shirt around himself swiftly allowing his hands to slide into the sleeves at no point breaking his visual through that mirror. Frost hoped Dolla’s latest invention worked because he needed a distraction. While buttoning the cuffs on his shirt, he pressed a button on his watch setting off an explosion in the street out front.

Both guards ran to the window to check and see what had happened below, leaving Tonka with his weapon still trained on Frost, but even he was distracted as well due to both guards’ stupidity. He took his eyes off Frost for a split second to gain the attention of the ignorant guards, but to put them back on post cost him to lose his upper hand.

Frost turned around and took two large side steps and power kicked Tonka in the chest so hard it not only made him drop his gun to the side but also sent Tonka crashing through the fire escape window knocking him out cold.

Just as the two guards raised their weapons and opened fire, Frost rolled over the bed landing on the floor allowing the reinforced-steel-built bed to shield his whereabouts from the bullets that were thrown his way; otherwise, he would’ve had new holes to breathe out of. Frost spotted the gun that Tonka had dropped an inch from him. He quickly grabbed the gun; peering under the bed, he could spot the guards’ position and fired twice over the bed.

Boom! Boom!

One of the guards was stricken in the arm and chest, instantly killing him, while the second guard who was nervous and sweating earlier tried to make a run for it out the door. Boom!

The force from Tonka’s .44 released one that smacked the guard in the back of his head as he ran, slightly lifting him from the floor, tearing the front of his scalp off, sending brain matter splattered over the hallway wall before the guard went face-first into the wall.

As eight other guards advanced up the stairs, Frost hit a button on the side of the bed, causing the bed to flip up against the wall, revealing all kinds of fully automatic weapons strapped to the bottom of the bed.

Just as the first guard advanced through the door, Frost snatched up the M-16 that was part of the arsenal Lexlie had under the bed and released a chain of bullets, which ate through the man’s body, exited out his back, tore into the guard behind him killing him, and caught a third guard all in his upper torso as the other five men took cover outside the door in the hallway. Frost snatched two flash-bang grenades, a belt of throwing knives, and a Heckler & Koch from the bottom of the bed, and counted from three to one. When he reached one, he pulled both pins of the grenades and rolled them out the door into the hallway where the guards were at; and as they started to advance immediately, the flash grenades went off, distorting their hearing and vision, momentarily giving Frost enough time to spring into action.

With the guards’ vision distorted, one of them blindly stumbled into Frost’s sight while trying to gain his back. Frost squeezed the trigger on his H&K, which released three slugs within a second; the first slug missed, but the second slug tore the right side of his head off, leaving him with half his thoughts, while the third ripped into his chest, dropping him. As the second guard entered the room thinking he would be more victorious than his friend before him, Frost proved him wrong when he let three more shots ring out. One pierced the guard’s throat blowing the back of his neck off while the other two crashed dead center into his chest, sending him flying backward out the room, up against the hallway’s wall and landing on top of the other guard. Outside in the hallway, another guard walked Lexlie upstairs with a gun pointed to her head.

Yeah, mon, send da likkle bitch in first; dis way, if da blood clot bwoy shoot her first, we still storm da room and kill ‘em, the guard said.

Lexlie knew there was very little time left before the police would show up and find their dead bodies, so as the guard who was holding her slowly made her way alongside her into the room, Lexlie shouted.

Frost, don’t shoot, she said just as they entered the room.

Yeah, Frost, don’ shoot, the female guard said.

Look, just let her go, and I won’t kill you, Frost said.

Mon, ya make so such as a likkle move and she dead, ya ’ear me? Dead!

The other three guards waited in position for the right moment to move in on Frost and kill him and Lexlie.

All right, look, see I’m lowering my gun; so take it easy, aight?

Is you crazy or just stupid? Shoot this bitch, Lexlie said. As he placed the gun down, she slowly removed the gun from Lexlie’s head and began to point it in Frost’s direction; but with fast reaction and quick thinking, Lexlie threw an elbow to the guard’s face, breaking her nose, causing her to squeeze the trigger of her gun blindly just as Lexlie stepped behind her in one swift motion and as the other three guards rushed in.

Lexlie grabbed the female guard’s head and snapped her neck in the same instance the guard who was the first to enter the room saw what had just taken place. He charged toward Lexlie as she positioned herself for a fight. Before the rage-filled guard could reach her, Frost had already released the knife in his hand with a flick of the wrist, catching the guard in the head, dropping him at Lexlie’s feet. He picked up his gun from the floor and let his H&K ring out just as the last guard fired a round off right before catching two slugs in his face as he grazed Frost’s arm.

Just before the other guard could rush back out the room, Frost threw two knives in his direction, which caught him in his back and dropped him. Lexlie ran into Frost’s arms and kissed him.

Let’s get the fuck out of here before the police get here, she said.

We gonna use the fire escape downstairs to go out the back. The thought made Frost spin around with his gun aimed at the fire escape window.

There’s another guard downstairs, Lexlie informed him. They both cautiously went downstairs only to find no one there except for the maid in the corner of the living room still duct-taped but with her throat cut.

Come on, let’s go, Frost said, climbing out the window onto the fire escape.

CHAPTER TWO

RAINING PHOENIX

HQs

At the head of the conference table sat Frost, and on the opposite end was Lexlie.

Lexlie used to be part of the special ops in the military before she was honorably discharged for shooting four hostile prisoners without authorization, then turning around, and shooting her commanding officer in the ass.

When they asked her why she had done it, she simply replied, The devil made me do it.

She served five years in military prison and two years in a mental hospital before she was released.

Also sitting at the table was a cat from Brooklyn called Ty Boogie; he was a real businessman, but I just couldn’t figure out why he chose to do business with me; for nonetheless, he had been around with the team for a few years.

Tuface, Scar, and Face, happened to be all brothers. Face and Scar were older twins who proved to be vicious time and time again.

Turface was another story; he was the baby, but he was a psycho in the streets. Many stories were circulated around, but the weirdest one was that he was into some sort of occult and sacrificed people as his offering to his gods. He and Frost were very close and connected on a level unknown to everyone else.

Ivania was a beautiful Dominican woman who specialized in poisons. Word on her was that a boyfriend put his hands on her and died right at the breakfast table after drinking some orange juice.

Eyez was a different case; she got her name from when she was in the army. One of her squad buddies reported her to her superior officer after she sent him to retrieve something from her backpack. He noticed that the bottom of the bag was wet, leaking a red liquid; and when he opened the bag to see what had spilled, he saw more than a few sets of eyes staring up at him seconds before he dropped the backpack to the ground.

Then there was my man Dolla. I watched this kid grow up with little to no family, so I took him in, but he rarely spoke. It was like he could read my mind, and I could read his; and we both knew what one wanted, felt, or about to say.

What could I say? The kid turned out to be a real genius; he was only twenty-two years old but already owned three companies: a construction company, a real estate, and a company that manufactured and built hi-tech computers and security software.

Dolla was always with this one woman who I later found out was Kimora. She was a black woman from Hawaii. How she and Dolla hooked up is a mystery.

Simon was another case; he was highly intelligent, but he was also a loose cannon; and every time I saw him, it was as if he didn’t have a care in the world. But Simon and Frost had a mutual respect for one another.

Frost snapped back to reality and stopped daydreaming about everyone long enough to notice that Simon wasn’t even there.

Yo! WHERE THE FUCK IS SIMON AT?

Everyone just looked around the table at each other.

Lexlie, call Simon’s phone and let him know I expect to see him within the next hour, Frost said as he walked out the room.

Players Club, 1:35 p.m.

Listen, you high yellow motherfucka, I aint gonna tell your noodle-eatin’ ass again to keep your bum fuck, greasy mitts off the strippers, the bouncer yelled at Simon as he poked him in the chest with one finger. Simon looked down at the bouncer’s finger that poked him in his chest, then back up to the bouncer face, then smiled.

What the fuck your shrimp fried rice ass find so funny? Oh, so you think I’m a joke?

The bouncer grabbed Simon by his collar. Simon brushed his hand off and struck the bouncer with a quick blow to the Adam’s apple, causing him to back up and grab his throat.

Two other bouncers noticed the commotion going on and came to assist their friend.

The first bouncer took a wild swing at Simon’s head, and Simon ducked it only to follow it up with a blow to the bouncer’s ribs. But the second bouncer’s fist connected with Simon’s face, breaking his shades and causing him to drop to one knee.

Someone turned the lights on as Simon looked up slowly into the bouncer’s eyes, which shocked him to see that Simon’s eyes were as black as night.

What… the fuck! This motherfucker’s the devil, the bouncer stated loudly in fear.

Bitch, you ain’t seen the devil yet, Simon said through clenched teeth.

Simon jumped up to attack him but was met with a chair across his back by another bouncer, which knocked him out cold. The bouncers picked up Simon’s limp body and carried him to the back exit and tossed him into the alley, slamming the door closed. They figured that would be the last they would see of him, but little did they know they were wrong.

*      *      *

Simon got up off the ground, brushed himself off, then walked a foot or two to where his truck was parked.

Listen, ya’ll better get the fuck out of here—and quick!

Bitch, what the fuck are you talkin’ about? a goofy-looking bouncer said.

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