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Malik (King) have been living a very surreal and tranquil lifestyle. A simple phone call from a soft sultry voice from his past brought disheartening news concerning the murder of his mentor and big brother Road Block. He was now on his flight home. He never thought he would ever walk the streets that earned him the nick-name Lion, again. Lion has been peacefully lying dormant, but there was a stirring in him, now. He could hear the subtle growls of him awakening and it stirs ignited his fears. Once he is released upon the streets of Baltimore and get the scent of blood, he won’t ex-tract his claws until those responsible for the murder of his brother and mentor have paid their restitution to his “RETRIBUTION.”

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Publié par	AuthorHouse
Date de parution	18 janvier 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781728377766
Langue	English

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RETRIBUTION
DONNELL HARRIS

AuthorHouse™
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Bloomington, IN 47403
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Phone: 833-262-8899

© 2023 Donnell Harris. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 01/17/2023

ISBN: 978-1-7283-7777-3 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-7283-7776-6 (e)

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CONTENTS
Foreword
“Retribution”
Monologue
Dedication
FOREWORD
S ince leaving Baltimore a little over ten years ago, Malik (King) have been living a very surreal and tranquil lifestyle. Steadily complimented by his bosses for his professionalism and recognized among his peers as worthy of their trust, he never consider politics until he was approached three years ago, but he stayed firmly embedded where he had taken roots and without any regrets. He was rising to heights he never imagine considering what transpired in Baltimore to have him migrate to the outskirts of Atlanta. A simple phone call from a soft sultry voice from his past brought disheartening news concerning the murder of his mentor and big brother Road Block. He was now on his flight home. He never thought he would ever walk the streets that earned him the nick-name Lion, again. Lion has been peacefully lying dormant, but there was a stirring in him, now. He could hear the subtle growls of him awakening and it stirs ignited his fears. Once he is released upon the streets of Baltimore and get the scent of blood, he won’t extract his claws until those responsible for the murder of his brother and mentor have paid their restitution to his “RETRIBUTION.”
“RETRIBUTION”
I n the Park Heights section of Baltimore, Maryland, five of the biggest drug distributors and one of the most notorious hit men in the city was having a private meeting. They all had aspirations of controlling the city, but they also had the same problem that neither of them would ever attempt individually. How to deal with Road Block and his partner Monster? Since coming up through the ranks affiliated with the East Side Boyz at the age of twelve, he had suddenly become the main man. He owned the East Side. Once you cross the bridges from the west side to the east side on North Avenue or the bridge leading to Orleans Street, he controlled it all. Creeping in from University to Greenmount, all of his also. A dime of coke or dope sold in any secluded alley was a part of his shit. Up Greenmount Avenue from North Avenue to Woodbourne Avenue or down towards Latrobe Homes and stretching towards Somerset Homes and Douglass Homes, Road Block controlled it all. The C & J crew up on Collington and Jefferson was his pride and joy. As expected with a Kingpin, he controlled his turf with an iron fist. He had stretch out everyone that had tried to step to him or try to take what belonged to him, especially his corners. Every motherfucking squad that step up to them received their just dues while he nor Monster ever received a scratch. He and Monster were very well educated and trained to the etiquettes of the streets by Boogie.
With the sudden murder of his mentor Boogie and the double life sentence that his right-hand man Ace received from the Feds, Road Block shouldn’t have been as organized as he was at the age of twenty-five, but he had listened and learned his lessons. When he suddenly came out of the gate after being a sergeant in arms for Boogie for five years, the quality of his product couldn’t be fucked with. The little distributors on the east side of the city were looking to patch up with him and he received them with open arms. They would take their product out of his territory and find a hole somewhere on the west side to grind or at the very lucrative Lexington Market down town. His pride and joy crew were those boys up on C&J (Collington and Jefferson). With the undercover addicts creeping from Johns Hopkins and the city workers going to the Northeast Market for lunch between the hours of eleven and two, those white professionals felt safe walking one block over after understanding that if anything happen to any of them on their watch, their block would be shut down by five-o and they wasn’t having that. Stick boys knew not to touch them or feel their murderous wrath. They were pulling in well over twenty G’s a day and stretch out every person that tried to tap into their business if diplomacy didn’t work. In no time at all with his connection down in Miami, Road Block gradually became the main distributors.
He has four of the most notorious and ruthless lieutenants controlling his four principal areas. Coming from out of Hagerstown and Jessup Correctional Facility as young hungry soldiers, they have known one another since elementary school and are now very loyal to him because of what he naturally did for them while they were incarcerated. During their five-year vacation, he hit their books every two weeks while taking care of their immediate families. Anything that they wanted or desired, he tried to provide especially when a C.O could be persuaded by nondeductible dead presidents. At a rate of a thousand dollars a ride, female CO’s was making that nondeductible money under the cover of darkness in the stairways near their posts. Their moans, groans and pleads would filter through the vents while inmates was asleep or so she hoped but sly smiles and stares met her the very next morning. When each of them step out from prison, he had a SUV waiting for them with a phat ass young lady and fifty G’s. The most important thing about what Road Block built was that none of them was affiliated with any gang running around in the streets or behind the wall. So, trying to put a wedge between this tight knit set of friends would be suicidal to say the least. Never say a disrespectful or derogatory thing about any of them in the presence of the others. A minimum of a right hook would be your payoff. A minimum. The East Side Boyz under Road Block tutorage weren’t anything to taken lightly if you want to see the morning sun rising.
“Alright! Alright! Calm the fuck down, shit!” demanded Ice Pick staring around the table. In front of him was his claim to frame, an ice pick and a glass of Cîroc. Dress in a gray three button Johnston suit with a dark gray round collar shirt, his gold diamond cufflinks reflected from the light as he twirled a Havana cigar between his fingers. “We’ve been having these meeting for weeks and I’m personally tired of having them” he admitted slightly snarling. “Are yawl going to step up or what?”
“Stepping up isn’t the problem, we are here again, right?” Byrd informed him calmly while slightly grinning. “The boundaries you’re trying to establish are the problem. The park at 23 rd and Greenmount and the area surrounding it is very profitable, but you’re trying to claim it for yourself especially around York Road and Woodbourne. That, I’m not feeling.”
“What the fuck do you suggest Byrd?” he asked staring at him coldly. They have never liked one another since hooking horns while attending Roland Park Middle. He didn’t know the little nappy head girl he was hollowing at was his little sister. When she ignored his advances, he did what a lot of fifteen-year-old would do, say things he didn’t mean. So, he attacked her nappy ass head and shabby looking clothing causing the other little boys and girls to laugh at her. She never coward or ran from his verbal assault. She stood there glaring at him. Not a single tear escape her young eyes. Well, all the laughter stop when Byrd showed up. Yeah, Byrd won the fight but that wasn’t shit. Their beef at the Baltimore City Detention Center (Old City Jail) occurred when Byrd got out of his lane to assist a guy from Roland Park. He knew the guy was being extorted. Although they were still teenagers, about eighteen, they hook horns again. Byrd got deep up in his ass and beat him just enough that he never tried getting pay back. They cease their beef and form a unify front when the East Side Boyz tried stepping up on them. Only then, did they join forces. So, this business adventure was on a very fragile foundation.
“Let Mookie and Sunshine split the area while you and I contend with the boys in Latrobe and Flag House.”
“What!? Hell no!” he reputed his suggestion adamantly. “Fuck that!”
“Why not?” he asked with a coy smile.
“I don’t want to fuck with those East Side knuckleheads.”
“Nobody here does” he assured him still slightly grinning. “But you’re the one initiating this thing. So, it’s only natural that you take one of the toughest spots and I’ll accommodate you by taking the other one. My only question is which area do you want?”
He didn’t answer right away. He just snarled over at him. He had more than enough soldiers to make Latrobe get down or get laid down including Church Square. Those little pockets along Greenmount up to Broadway will fall right into place or get what is being administer. But Flag House, includes Chapel Hill and Douglass Homes will require a persistent violent presence for their lucrative business. A lot of bodies will have to be stretched out before those boys simply lay down. Taking Flag House and Latrobe would be like the East Side Boys invading