Innocent 4

Leo Sullivan

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 17 mars 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781946789556
• Langue: English

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



1. Death on Wheels

2. She’s Got Game

3. Friend or Foe?

4. The Conspiracy

5. Drama in my Life

6. A Deadly Game

7. The Killing Spree

8. Revenge Sweet as Pussy

9. The Ambush

10. Surgery Under The Belt

11. Bin’s Lair

12. Sheep’s Clothing

13. Godsent


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1

Death on Wheels

W hat the fuck is going on? I was having trouble breathing, my vision was blurred. It felt like all my senses were shutting down as the room began to spin. I began to sweat profusely as I sat dazed and disoriented. Suddenly, I felt someone bump into me and grab my arm. It was the white chick from earlier.
“Hurry! Come with me! That ugly bitch waitress put a drug in your drink. She set you up to be robbed. Some dude is gonna pick a fight with you, kick your ass and take your money and jewelry.”
“Muthafucka!” I huffed as I struggled to walk.
Hyperventilating, I nearly keeled over as I dragged my feet. We bumped into people, staggering as the white girl led me. I heard someone call my name.
“Yo Innocent! Hold up.” It was my would be attackers coming up behind me.
My legs were rubbery. Game was damn near carrying me.
“That’s them behind us. You gotta hurry up. Walk faster!” Game screeched as I stumbled along.
I remembered that I had the butcher knife tucked in the small of my back.
As we moved past the metal detector, I heard the bouncer chuckle. “Damn dat nigga got wasted dat fast?”
“Naw’ll a bitch put a drug in his drank.” Game retorted angrily.
It would have done no good to alert the bouncer to what was going on. He was just as corrupt as the goons that pursued me.


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As we stepped out the club, the nocturnal cool breeze felt good on my damp skin. It felt like my body was shutting down. I was convinced that my internal organs were malfunctioning as I wheezed, trying to breathe.
“Where is your car parked?” Game asked as she held on to me. I pointed with a limp hand.
“Up … ahead …”
We moved forward. We were damn near running as I stumbled along. I saw what looked like my BMW twenty yards away. My vision was getting worse.
“Is this it, the BMW?”
“Yeah.” I reached into my pocket for the keys.
“Hurry! Hurry!” Game said, while looking back over her shoulder.
I passed her my car keys and leaned against the car, panting and struggling to breathe.
“Oh, shit! Here they come!” Game said, panic stricken.
I looked up. In the middle of the street, walking towards me, I could vaguely see the silhouette of them coming as Game wrestled to get my key into the door. I thought about my burner underneath the seat, but they were too close. Besides, I was in no position to bend and search.
Instead, I moved on blind instincts and determination; like ice water in my veins. I reached for the knife in the small of my back, and pulled it out just as she got the car door open. She turned and looked at me with the big ass butcher knife and gasped in shock.
I braced myself, placing my back against the car; prepared to fight to the death.
Prepared to die.
There was a 9mm stashed under my seat, I struggled to breathe as I spoke.
“Get the ... gun from under … my seat.”
“Gun!” Game exclaimed and looked at me with the knife in my hand.
“Yeah … pass it … to me.”
Just as she reached into the car, a young dude ran up on me. His partner slowly walked up behind him, waiting for whatever they had planned to pop off.
“Nigga you bumped into me in the club, didn’t even say fuckin’ excuse me!” He said, inching closer.
I saw the treachery lurking in his eyes. Game was taking too long to retrieve the gun. My primal instincts were kicking in, even though a lot of my other senses were numb. My survival instincts were still there. Then, young dude reached back to try to steal on me. I saw the punch coming, and slightly moved my head. The blow grazed my chin, just as Game pulled the nine out the car.
Too late. I slammed the knife in his chest and grabbed him. I held him tight in a death embrace as I turned the knife, twisting it deep in his gut. I felt his warm blood saturate my hand. I heard him scream, not like a man, but like a child.
I shoved him off me. His friends ran to help him, that’s when bright lights hit me in my face. An automobile was speeding towards us, gleaming ominously with its mighty engine roaring. Tires screaming, burning rubber, the sound was like hell’s fury. I knew it was Bin and his henchmen the Naptime Gangstaz. The speeding automobile headed directly towards us.
The white girl screamed, dropped the gun and took off running.
I couldn’t move. They had me trapped from both sides of the street as I struggled not to black out. The only good thing about death, I figured, as I stood with a bloody butcher knife in my hand and the speeding SUV coming towards me, was that it would come soon!
Tires screeching, motor roaring, lights beaming, the automobile headed straight for me. I was blinded by its bright headlights. I closed my eyes. I remember feeling a breeze, then lots of tempestuous wind blowing against my skin. I heard a loud thump, human carnage. A woman screamed her horror into the night.
I opened my eyes and was surprised to see the white Cadillac SUV pass by me with such a force that the velocity of the wind nearly pulled me into the street as it ran over the guy I had just stabbed. At full speed, the huge SUV plowed head on into my attackers. The sound was incredible as bodies were tossed in the air along with screams of anguish and terror as the phantom vehicle wreaked havoc on the unsuspecting.
Two of the goons were already dead. One of them lay in the street with his leg badly mangled, contorted, and twisted in the opposite direction with the bone sticking out. However, the leader was still standing. The vehicle had just barely missed him because he had jumped out of the way.
He stood in the middle of the street firing a Mac 10 at the back of the SUV. Suddenly, the vehicle skidded to a stop, went into reverse and sped backwards as he fired on it. Just as the vehicle got close, he tried to jump out the way and slipped. There was a loud crunch, and then a scream as the vehicle hit him and the guy already lying in the street with his leg broken.
The loud crunch of bone and flesh was maddening. I could hear bloodcurdling screams of agony as the vehicle trapped him underneath and sped off, dragging his body. In its wake, several bodies littered the streets.
The woman was still screaming. I turned around to look; it was Game screaming at me to get into the car.
Falling into the car was the last thing I remembered.
2

She’s Got Game

I was submerged as the prison guards held me down, dumping my head in the icy cold water. Warden Scott watched and laughed a dry cackle. More icy cold water hit me in my face as I kicked and thrashed. I opened my eyes to face my indomitable foe.
It was the white girl, Game.
She stood over me with a bucket in her trembling hands, a scowl of desperation on her face. She was dressed only in pink panties and a matching bra. I raised my trembling hand. My teeth began to chatter. My tongue felt like it was stuck to the roof of my mouth.
I spoke lethargically “Coo…cold… water…”
Too late, she dumped another bucket of ice water on me and I began to violently shiver. My body went into convulsions with my eyes rolling to the back of my head. She panicked and dropped the bucket, jumping up and down.
“My God! You’re alive! You’re alive!”
“Co … cold.” I chattered.
“Oh, shit you’re going into hypothermia. Let me help you outta there.”
She reached into the tub and grabbed me. I tried to hold on to her, but my arms were stiff as boards. We struggled, splashing water out of the bathtub, until finally, I was able to latch my arms around her neck. Teetering, I managed to rise up with her help, like she was pulling me out of quick sand and I was pulling her in.
I was completely nude. She nearly carried me as I padded across the bathroom floor, dripping water, slipping and sliding. We made it to her bedroom. I collapsed on the bed. I was getting worse. My body was co