Londyn and Josiah 3

Coco J.

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 16 septembre 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648543500
• Langue: English

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Contains explicit language & adult themes suitable for ages 16+ only.
Contents



Acknowledgments


1. Josiah

2. Londyn

3. Jeanette

4. Josiah

5. Gabby

6. Londyn

7. John

8. Josiah

9. Londyn

10. Jeanette

11. John

12. Tawana

13. Gabby

14. Londyn

15. Josiah

16. Jeanette

17. John

18. Londyn

19. John

20. Jeanette

21. Josiah

22. Londyn

23. Jeanette

24. John

25. Gabby

26. Londyn

27. Kandice

28. Gabby

29. Josiah

30. John

31. Londyn


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This book is dedicated to my mommy! I love you baby, always and forever. I’m gone make you proud.
To my kids, Ni’elle, Terry and No’elle. I love y’all more than words Can explain. I just want y’all to know that everything I do, I do it for y’all.
Acknowledgments

First and foremost, I need to give god a HUGE thank you! Because without him, I wouldn’t be the person I am today.
Maw-Maw, I love you more than words can explain. You’re the strongest person I know, you continue to be the push I need to get these books done.
Terry, smh. Even though we’re not always on good terms and sometimes I can’t stand you, you still want the best for me. And I appreciate you for that.
Ni’elle and Terry, mommy loves y’all so much. Y’all just don’t understand
Mommy loves you so much baby girl.
Shanny & Tynessa, whenever we talk, it’s always some laughs. I really appreciate the both of you! Even when y’all get on my nerves. Lol.
Kiana, I love you so much best friend! No matter what time it is, if I text you about something, you’re always there for me.
Special shout out to Leo, you were the one that saw something in me and signed my first publishing contract with you. I appreciate you so much!
To all the readers that’s been with me since Love and Betrayal! Y’all don’t even know how much I appreciate each of you for the support that’s been shown. I can’t thank you enough for it all.


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Love And Betrayal 1-5
Chosen By a Boss 1-4
Ridin’ For Him, Dyin’ For Her 1-3
A Missing Love 1-3
On The Run 1&2
Duron & Trinity 1&2
Down For You
Forever Down For You
Finessing a Thug
Forever Don’t Always Last
I’ll Die For Your Love
A Lovers Betrayal
Your Heart Was All I Wanted
Londyn & Josiah A Chicago Love Story 1-3
This Love We Built
As always, feel free to get in touch with me.
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Josiah



I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die
If I die, bury me a G, bury me a G nigga, no need to worry.- Death Around The Corner; 2Pac
“J osiah, baby I need you to walk down the street to the corner store to see if you see your father. He left here almost thirty minutes ago. It don’t take that damn long just to go get some milk.” I was only 10 years old, but I saw the worry written all over my mother’s face.
“Yeah, I’ll go, Mama.”
“Thank you, baby. I would go, but since tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and I have all of this food cooking, I don’t want to take any chances.” I heard her say as I walked out the front door of our 2-bedroom apartment.
My mother, father, and myself all stayed right in the middle of the hood on the south side of Chicago. My mother was a middle school teacher, while my father was an accountant. Even though both of my parents had good jobs, we were still living in a 2-bedroom apartment in the middle of the hood. I didn’t get why we did it, and I never asked. Hell, I was glad that I didn’t have to leave my school or my friends that I grew up around.
As I walked down the street to the liquor store, a bad feeling came over me. Just as I was about to walk past the alley right behind the corner store, I heard my father’s voice. I stopped dead in my tracks as I squinted my eyes and saw my daddy on his knees with two niggas standing behind him.
“Pl-please don’t do this. I have a son and wife at home,” I heard my father plead.
“Nigga, do it look like we care about your son and wife at home?” one of the dudes asked.
“Because we fucking don’t. Did you care about your son and wife when you were gambling yo’ fucking money?” the other one asked.
“It’s Thanksgiving. Just give me three more weeks.”
“Jorge, we gave you three more weeks about three weeks ago. Ain’t no more weeks. It’s either you give us the million you owe us, or we take your life,” the first one said.
“Do you have the money?”
I stepped from behind the wall and started walking down the alley. I had to stop them before they killed my pops.
“Huh? Nigga, did you fucking hear me talking to you? I asked if you had our money?” the second one asked as he hit my dad in the back of his head with the butt of the gun he had pointed at my dad’s head. My dad fell over.
“No, no, I don’t have it,” my dad cried as they roughly pulled him back up, and that’s when he made eye contact with me.
I walked a little further toward him, and he shook his head.
“Then you die,” the first gunman said before he fired a shot.
I watched as my dad’s head exploded, and blood flew all over the two men.
“NOOOOOOO! Daddy!” I screamed as I took off running to where my dad’s body was now on the ground.
“Fuck, you didn’t see him before you pulled the fucking trigger?” the man asked when I reached my dad’s body.
I dropped to the ground and cried over his lifeless body.
“Man, no. Had I seen the little nigga, I wouldn’t have pulled the trigger.”
“Marcus said no witnesses.”
“I’m not up for killing a kid.”
“Then I’ll do it.”
When I heard them talking about killing me, my head shot up, and I had a gun pointing to my face. Before I could scream for help, he pulled the trigger, shooting me in my chest.



“Josiah, you gotta wake up, baby,” I heard Londyn say to me.
As much as I wanted to open my eyes, I couldn’t. It was like they were glued shut. And did she just call me baby?
“Come on, Josiah, please open your eyes. We need you out here. Not just me, but your daughters too. They need you too. Joseanna ask about you every day,” I heard Londyn cry.
I wanted to open my eyes and wipe her tears away. But even as I tried to lift my damn arms, they wouldn’t move. I was being held down by something, and I didn’t know what.
“How is he doing today?” I heard my mother’s voice as the door opened and closed.
“Still nothing. He’s been in a coma for going to two weeks and nothing,” Londyn cried.
I heard some shuffling around and knew my mother was going to hug Londyn. It was something she would always do whenever Londyn cried.
“And what about Nette? Is she up yet?” I heard my mama ask after a few moments.
“Yes. She’s up. She opened her eyes last night.”
What the hell happened to Nette? I wanted to ask them. But I couldn’t even open my damn mouth.
“And do she know who shot her?”
Shot? Who the hell shot Nette? I know John must be fucked up right now.
“Yeah, she said a black and Mexican man hit her car and then shot her when she got out to look at the damage.”
“Has she seen them before?”
“She said the Mexican man looked familiar, but she couldn’t place him.”
A second later, I heard a chair being moved around, and knew my mama had sat down. “Ma, I don’t know what I’m gon’ do if Josiah don’t open his eyes,” Londyn cried a few minutes later.
“I don’t want you to think like that, Londyn. He’s going to wake up. I know my son, and he’s such a strong man. He won’t leave you and those girls out here. We just have to keep praying.”
Hearing my mama and Londyn cry because I was in this damn coma,