Gangster's Daughter 2

Leo Sullivan

Description

17 year old Kadisha Spencer finds herself all alone with no one to turn to and no place to go. Her world has been devastated by a tragic home invasion that leaves members of her family brutally murdered in cold blood and her beloved father abducted. After being gang raped, shot in the head and left for dead, miraculously Kadisha and her baby brother, Lil Ike are able to survive the grisly attacks. Unfortunately, Lil Ike ends up in the hospital barely clinging to life as Kadisha finds herself searching for answers with very little clues. Everyone's a suspect.
It isn't until the handsome thug, Mellow comes to her rescue. Even though she has always had a crush on him, she knows that he too could possibly be involved in the murders.
Kadisha's heart turns into stone after her horrifying experience which makes her a cold blooded killer. She realizes that she is the offspring of a gangsta and revenge is a part of her nature. She is determined to find the culprits and soon discovers that the one person she thinks she can trust is out to kill her.

Sujets

• Romance contemporaine
• Fiction
• Black
• Romance
• African American

Informations

• Publié par: Sullivan Productions, LLC
• Date de parution: 25 septembre 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781946789488
• Langue: English

Extrait

Copyright 2013 by Leo Sullivan
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in review.


Printed in the USA
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Contents



Acknowledgments


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18
Acknowledgments

First I’d like to thank God for blessing me with the ability to write and touch the lives of many; this has been a long journey and HE has walked with me every step of the way. I’d also like to thank my family, which is too many to name. Thank you to all the staff and writers at Sullivan Productions, Films and Literary, LLC. I love you all! I can actually say we started from the bottom. Special shout out to my editor, Mia Rucker! Love you!!
Death Trap


Kadisha
T at-Tat and Mike Dee entered the hotel room with guns drawn. Tat-Tat had an AK-47 aimed at us as sirens blared. Police helicopter lights dotted the sky like Miami was a foreign country under attack. Furtively I turned and dropped Steve’s gun on the bed, between the pillows. My gun was already back in my purse.
“What da fuck y’all doing in here?” Tat-Tat asked looking around; then he frowned.
“Wuz dat smell? Damn, it smells like y’all been barbecuing a nigga up n’ dis’ bitch,” Mike Dee joked. He was high off something, probably “Bonk,” which is a combination of weed and powder cocaine rolled together as a blunt. His eyes rolled around in his head.
Latoya began to cry.
“We here waiting on Steve. He ran to the store to get some condoms and more Philly blunts,” Shamika lied with a smile like she was used to setting niggas up to be killed. She then strolled over to them and began a sensuous, slow, sexy strip tease. First she took off her blouse as she made goo-goo eyes at Mike Dee and Tat-Tat like she was a dog in heat. She was wearing a push up bra and her ample 38 D’s were flowing out of the cups like she desperately needed a bigger bra.
Skinny ass Mike Dee smiled as he tossed a bag of money on the bed. “Dayum girl, you got some fat ass titties,” Mike Dee drawled.
Tat-Tat stared, too. Then he leveled the AK-47 toward the floor and cast a glance around the room. “S’umptin’ ain’t right; Steve supposed to be here.” He looked over at Latoya, “Gurl, what you crying for?”
“I… I…” Shamika cut in with her hand on her hips. She had to think fast to come up with a believable excuse for Latoya’s tears. “That bitch just mad cause I told her she would have to get naked and fuck and suck Steve.”
“Fuck and suck Steve?” Mike Dee repeated with glee.
Shamika shot a warning glare at me and I caught on just like when she taught me how to make the first move to get a dude’s attention by flirting with my eyes.
“I wanted to do a foursome with Steve,” I said. My blouse was already partially open and I wasn’t wearing a bra. I knew they were looking at my peek-a-boo cleavage.
“Get the fuck outta here! That’s too much pussy for one nigga. Y’all gon’ need some prime grade A dick in dis bitch; then some of y’all would have to be bumping pussies big time,” Mike Dee said excitedly.
“Kadisha, you were supposed to come alone,” Tat-Tat said like he was not even paying attention to the conversation. For some reason his mind was on me as he held me with a piercing stare. The assault rifle was still in his hand. There was something about him that disturbed me. At the time, I didn’t know that they were there to murder me.
“Come alone for what? Matter of fact, what y’all doing here? It was just supposed to be me and Steve, alone.” I felt my heart racing.
Tat-Tat didn’t answer, but he continued to look around the room suspiciously. He looked at the bed and began to walk toward it. My heart beat so fast it felt like it was going to explode.
Latoya cried harder as she stood over a puddle of piss in the carpet.
“Fuck wrong wit you?” Mike Dee asked, annoyed.
Tat-Tat continued to walk toward the bed. He saw something; Steve’s body?
“Let’s get this shit poppin’ then Tat-Tat!” Shamika said and began to peel off her skin tight leotard pants just as Tat-Tat peered over the bed at the balled up blankets with Steve wrapped up in them. His eye brows bucked wide.
Latoya cried harder. For some reason, she started walking in place.
Just as Tat-Tat was about to reach down and pull the blanket back, Shamika slung her pants hitting his face as she stood wearing only her thong and a matching bra. Tat-Tat did a double-take, looking at her luscious body. Shamika was bowlegged and pigeon-toed. You could see a spider web of curly baby hair in her pubic area as she stood with her hands on her curved hips. We were sort of shaped alike, except Shamika had bigger tits and not as much ass.
“You niggas on some gay shit. We come all the way over here to get fucked up and dicked down and y’all lunching or something. Tat you know you want some of this pussy.” She teased him and pulled back her thong showing him her coochie lips. Shamika could get ratchet when she wanted to; and this was as good a time as any, I thought as I watched do her thing.
“Damn, shawty got a phat ass pussy,” Mike Dee exhorted lustfully, like he was drunk off Shamika’s shapely curves.
That got Tat-Tat’s attention. He turned and walked away from the bed. “So you all wanna fuck, huh?”
“Sho’ do, as long as y’all got something to drink and smoke off in this bitch. Ain’t that right girls?” Shamika looked back and forth from me to Latoya.
“Yea,” I responded like I was a thirsty chick and gave Latoya a gentle push to get her to go along with the program. To my surprise she displayed a fake smile as she nodded her head; she too must have been happy Tat-Tat had turned away from the bed.
In the back of my mind I was praying that Mellow found the hotel room.
“Okay, we gon’ have a fuck-fest,” Tat-Tat said and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a bag of Kush and a pack of Dutch Master Cigars and tossed them on the dresser, next to my purse. Then he unfastened his pants.
“Y’all bitches get naked.”
Before he could get the words out of his mouth good, Latoya came out of her skirt and blouse like they were on fire. She had a nice slender shape; the body of a model, with full breasts. Her butt was not that big; but she had an hour glass shape with wide hips and long legs that drove the boys crazy.
Latoya strolled over and stood next to me, folding her arms over her breasts unconsciously. She was wearing a lacy pink and purple panty and bra set. She was looking sexy, like she was posing for the centerfold of a magazine; but she was shaking badly.
Shamika danced her eyebrows at me, signaling for me to take off my clothes.
Not!
“Damn, Ma, you gon’ come out the linens?” Tat-Tat asked with a fiendish look in his eye as he looked at my breasts, then my thighs. I didn’t like the vibe I was getting from him.
Mike Dee reached over and grabbed a hand full of Latoya’s crotch. Then he scowled at her as he smelled his fingers and commented, “Damn bitch, what you do piss on yourself or some shit?”
Latoya wiggled her ass; hanging her head, she said, “Sorry it was an accident.”
“Take them wet ass drawls off girl and let a nigga see that phat pissy pussy,” Mike Dee joked. The whole time it was clear that Latoya was terrified of him and he was taking advantage of it; actually, getting a kick out of it.
For some reason Tat-Tat smirked with a gloating grin; he was still looking at me. I never liked his ass. He dropped out of school two years before I entered Miami High. He was at least three or four years older than me. When I was in seventh grade, whenever he saw me out at the mall or someplace, he tried to holla on the sly; even though I was barely a teenager and his ass was in high school. I had to admit he was kind of cute; he resembled a light skin version of Trey Songz. He wore his curly hair in a faded Mohawk; he was tall and athletically built. He had a habit of always licking his lips to the point that they were pink and ringed with a light rash.
“Come on shawty, take that shit off!” Tat-Tat said again to me. The entire time he was staring at my breasts.
“Why am I going to take my clothes off? Steve is going to be mad at me when he comes back,” I said. For some reason, I couldn’t look Tat-Tat in the eye. I was nervous as hell.
We needed to get out of that room!
“Steve know what da business is; he ain’t tripping. Take that shit off Kadisha,” Tat-Tat insisted again as he strolled over to me and placed the AK-47 on the dresser next to my purse. His six-foot three-inch frame towered over me, intimidating.
Shamika’s phone beeped; she had a text message. She glanced at the message then looked up and smiled.
“What you mean he know what the business is?” I asked alarmed. Something about Tat-Tat was gnawing at me and I just couldn’t place my finger on it. I should have been trying to get out of the room; instead, I was focused on the AK-47 he placed on the dresser. There was also a gun on the bed, wedged between the pillows and the headboard.
Shamika sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at me. Her body jerked like she was agitated at me when she said, “Come on Kadisha, let’s just have some fun!” She was trying to tell me something.
“Yea let’s have some fun!” Mike Dee said, mocking Shamika. There was something sinister about him, too. He stripped down to his boxer shorts, his penis stood straight out as he grabbed Latoya by her arm, snatching her so close to him that h