Knock Knock Whooz There?

Marvin Griffin

Description

A no-face Government informant infiltrates Bricks' tight knit circle on a mission to stop him from selling drugs in his urban communities. Now Brick must find him before it's too late. When a trail of dead bodies and millions of dollars—in drug proceeds—leads him back to his own crew—Brick is forced to make the ultimate decision: Give up the Game or Die Fighting!

The Nature of Betrayal! The Grip of Fate! And The Lure of the Game has never quite been told like this before: Knock Knock Whooz There/ A Ghetto Tale by Marvin Griffin a.k.a., Robbyn Marvin is the first of a dynamic trilogy.

Sujets

• Thrillers
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 09 septembre 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456623012
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

KNOCK KNOCK Whooz There?

A ghetto Tale by Marvin Griffin

Nivrams Bookshelf Presents

Knock Knock Whooz There/ A Ghetto Tale The first of a trilogy:

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

Copyright of 2013 by Marvin Griffin et. al., Nivrams bookshelf @ 360 Degrees Publications Incorporated. P.O. Box 835, Boynton Beach, FL 33425. [e-mail], websitewww.nivramsbookclub.wix.com/urbanfiction.

ISBN # 9781482079173

Knock Knock Whooz There/ A Ghetto Tale | Credits:

Story by Marvin Griffin aka Robbyn Marvin

Revised by Nivrams Bookshelf @ 360 Degrees

Edited-Critiqued by Nivrams Bookshelf @ 360 Degrees

Cover Graphics by Prisoner Assistant & Marvin Griffin

Cover Concept by Marvin Griffin

Hosted – Sponsored by Nivrams bookshelf @ 360 Degrees Publications Inc.

Dedication:

This book is dedicated to myself, by virtue of my pure unadulterated fate, that fashioned me to this careless, fightly, foolish, harebrained, irresponsible, rash, reckless, wild individual all my life and the 30 year sentence, I received as a result of my actions; that ultimately transformed me from a righteous thug to an aspiring author.

This book is also dedicated to the "one talent" God gave me to write fictionalized stories, I describe as true lies, and the "Ghetto Tale" series I penned during my incarceration. i.e.,

Trilogy Knock Knock Whooz There Trilogy Blood on My Hands Parts 1 & 2 Wiles of Pussy Parts 1 & 2 Holy Ghetto Lil God & Satan Naked Hustle Haitian Connection Cold Case Coldest Story Ever Told Love Is Blind And Parts 1 & 2 of Thugs Don't Really Live Too Long - coming soon!

This book is also dedicated to my hood for giving me all I write in these books; i.e., the story lines, and plots I write about in these "Ghetto Tales"; that depict dimensional characters that does not settle for easy, cheap thrills, and laughs for their share of the American Dream are a part of true lies.

And lastly, if you're someone out the hood, somewhere in your part of the world, rather in prison or wherever, reading any one of my stories and can relate to them, then this book is unequivocally dedicated to you.

So in all regards, thanks for your support!!!

Now unlock your sleuth skills and let's go find this RAT!

Knock Knock Whooz There/ A Ghetto Tale...

Knock Knock

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By purchasing a copy(s) of Knock Knock Whooz There you can win either of several cash and prizes Nivramsbookshelf is giving away. All you have to do is solve a few mysteries like for example who is Knock Knock and/or be the hundred thousandth purchaser of either part of this trilogy and you'll either win $10,000 for solving the mystery or a free one year lease of a GT Bentley coupe if you're the hundred thousandth purchaser. Learn more details about the competition by reading forward or logging onto www.nivramsbookclub.wix.com/urbanfiction, and click contest. We're currently working on a web site that accommodates what we're trying to do. In order to be sure that we have a winner I will list a different clue on my facebook page every 2 weeks. The clues will start off hard but get easier as the contest progress. Other mystery question and rules and regulations are in the back of Knock Knock part two.

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CONTENTS

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY TWENTY ONE TWENTY TWO TWENTY THREE TWENTY FOUR TWENTY FIVE TWENTY SIX TWENTY SEVEN TWENTY EIGHT

TWENTY NINE THIRTY THIRTY ONE THIRTY TWO THIRTY THREE THIRTY FOUR THIRTY FIVE THIRTY SIX THIRTY SEVEN THIRTY EIGHT THIRTY NINE FORTY FORTY ONE

ONE

1992, MIAMI FLORIDA

OPA LOCKA 4:30 A.M.

GAME DEAD

Brick pulled his Chrysler Caravan to the shoulder of Washington Street and 22nd Avenue and drive's in to the parking lot adjacent to his restaurant. Every morning he made it his business to show up at his place of business bright and early. The restaurant was one of his most prize possessions and he liked to get there early just to make sure everything was in order before he opened up his doors to the public.

Moments later, after Brick parked his vehicle in one of the parking stalls he exited the car wearing his normal work attire; a 6X burnt orange jump suit, with the words: Property of the state of Florida, stitched on the back and a beige pair of size 14 Timberland boots. Brick definitely was a large man, one who stood on a lean 6'8" frame and weighed approximately 260 pounds. There was one more essential element to his attire and that was his nickel plated 9mm. Brick stuffed his glock in his pocket before he made his way to the front entrance of his store. He had one thought as he bopped to the store, his eyes roaming the streets. "I'll blast me a bitch!" It was a smart move on his part because by reputation everyone knew of the area well. It was a small community that sat in the heart of Miami, called: Opa Locka. That's "The Opa Locka," a ravished community dipped in black by urban life who often chased the euphorical hype of hood riches, while ignoring the struggles of everyday life. Which would explains why Brick thought carrying his weapon was necessary. Because Opa Locka was filled with guns, drugs, and violence and labeled one of the deadliest cities in America to live in and Brick knew that as a business man the broken life seen him as a come-up so he had to stay strapped!

The first thing Brick did once he made it inside the restaurant was focus his attention over the entire store. The red and white checkered table cloths clicked into his peripheral vision. Ump, he gasped."Just like I thought," Brick thought. "That's why I make it