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Publié par	Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
Date de parution	29 décembre 2018
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781648542213
Langue	English

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Dope Boys Love Hennessy 3

Sha Jones
Contents

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

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

The Aftermath

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
Chapter 1

“F rank, baby, I need you to get your brother, and y’all go in the room,” Bernadette mumbled as she wiped drool from the corner of her mouth.
It was no secret that Frank and Jaquez’s mother was a prostitute and heroin addict. Bernadette’s addiction was so strong that she would fuck anybody or anything that could supply her with drugs.
As Frank lay in bed in the middle of the night, having flashbacks of his mother, the pit of his soul burned with anger.
“Frank! Did you hear what the hell I said? Take your brother and go in the room. Mama got some business to take care of.”
Frank was thirteen years old and smart enough to know that business meant his mother opening her legs and letting some random nigga fuck her.
Jaquez, who was six years old, saw his mother as an angel. Bernadette’s hair was full of lent and sticking straight up as if she had suffered an electric shock. Her skin was covered in small, black dots, and her fragile body was falling apart, but Jaquez still saw so much beauty in his mama. Frank, on the other hand, couldn’t stand it. He resented his mother for her hoe ways.
As Bernadette yelled at Frank, she pointed her finger toward his room door.
“Frank! Get in the room now!”
White foam formed around the corners of Bernadette’s mouth, and she was so anxious that her body trembled.
Frank finally turned his back on his mother and led his younger brother into their dust-filled room.
Bernadette smoked so many cigarettes that the walls were now brown because of it. The house smelled like a smoke shop, and the smell of sweaty balls from the many men she fucked took over the apartment.
Frank plopped down on the bed, folded his arms, and sighed heavily as tears fell from his eyes. He had so much rage and resentment in his heart that he couldn’t take it.
For the rest of the night, while Jaquez was asleep in their small, twin bed, Frank sat up listening to at least four different men come in and out of the apartment. Their loud moans could be heard from across the room, and it got to the point that Frank could no longer sit in bed and not see what his mother was doing.
Before getting up, Frank looked over at his brother again then slowly slid from the edge of the bed and tiptoed out of the room.
As he slowly and carefully walked down the hall, the sound of his mother’s moans along with the Johns that she was fucking were loud and clear. Frank’s legs were weak, and there was a lump in his throat. He was beyond nervous and could barely walk straight. Sweat dripped down his hairline like rain on a window pane.
There was no turning back, and if he wanted to see with his own two eyes what his mother was doing, now was the time.
When Frank finally made it to his mother’s room door, he turned the doorknob and cracked it, allowing his eyes access to what he would never forget in his life.
Bernadette was on her knees giving a white man head while he stood up with head tilted back. His back was facing Frank, and the only thing Frank could see was his scrawny ass cheeks that were as pale as the winter’s snow.
Frank didn’t understand how his mama could do something like this, especially with her two sons in the apartment.
Bernadette was a heavy drug user who didn’t care about shit but her next hit. She lived and breathed heroin to the point that she would wake up in the morning and do it for breakfast.
Seeing his mama on her knees was traumatizing and heartbreaking for any kid who loved their parent.
Tears streamed down Frank’s face, and a part of him wanted to burst through the door and stab the white man who he felt was violating his mama.
Seeing Bernadette on her knees sucking dick stirred something evil inside of Frank that he would later carry with him as an adult.
While lying in bed having the flashback, tears rolled out of Frank’s eyes, but they were not tears of sadness but more of anger.
Unfortunately, the drugs didn’t even take his mother’s life. Sometimes Frank wished that he was the one who killed his mother because every time he took a prostitute’s life, it was her face that he saw.
Chapter 2

T wo weeks had passed since Shawn’s arrest, and he was still in jail going crazy. Due to the extent of what he did to Jasmine, he was held on a one hundred thousand dollar bond, which his mother struggled to raise on her own for him.
Now that Shawn’s rape allegations were spread all over social media, his mother had an even harder time raising money. No one wanted to donate to his Go Fund Me account. There were several threatening messages in his inbox and pictures on Facebook, and he was public enemy number one.
All the horrible things that Shawn did were slowly catching up to him, and it was only going to get worse.
“What do you mean they got my phone?” Shawn asked in a panic as he held the dirty jail phone up to his ear.
“They had a search warrant or some shit like that,” Shaunnie replied.
Shawn was mad and nervous at the same time. His nostrils flared, and his chest burned with rage because he knew what would happen if the cops went through his phone.
Shawn took a deep breath, pressed his lips against the phone’s speaker, and whispered, “The fuckin’ videos are on the phone.”
Shaunnie slowly shook her head and thought about all the sick videos that they made. What was even scarier for her was that her voice could be heard in the one with Jasmine. If they were going to take her brother down for rape, she was going down right along with him.
“So, what do we do?”
Shawn shook his head in disgust, sighed, and said, “I don’t know, man. Where the fuck is Mama? Why is it taking her so long to get me out? My lawyer only been up here one time, but ain’t nobody really saying shit.”
“Your bond ain’t cheap, Shawn. Ain’t no money coming in on the Go Fund Me, and these people are tripping at school and on Facebook. It’s really fucked up.”
Other than what Shaunnie was telling her brother, Shawn was completely out of the loop with everything. No one came to see him, and he felt trapped inside a dark hole.
Before Shawn could respond, the phone suddenly hung up.
“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath.
He then hung up the phone and reluctantly dragged his feet back to his bunk. Every day was a struggle in jail. Although none of the other men harassed Shawn, he still didn’t feel safe or comfortable inside the walls. The food was so nasty, and he wouldn’t even feed it to a stray dog. Having to shit and piss in front of a bunch of strangers was hard, and finally, after being there for a week, Shawn could no longer control his bowels.
When Shawn finally lay down on his bottom bunk, he sighed heavily. Tears formed in his eyes, and he felt sick to his stomach. Regardless of him denying what he did to Jasmine, he knew the truth and couldn’t help but think about all the other girls that he raped.
Jessica, Robin, Latavia… Fuck, he thought.
At this point, Shawn didn’t know whether to stick to his guns and deny all accusations or come clean. Telling the truth came with far more consequences than not telling the truth. His future was on the line.

After hanging up the phone with Shawn, Shaunnie sat at the edge of Tracy’s bed shaking her head.
“What did he say?” Tracy asked.
“Talking about our mama and the lawyer. The cops got his phone, so ain’t no telling what the fuck they putting together on their end.
Tracy shook her head, nervously ran her fingers through her hair, and stared at Shaunnie. She wanted so badly to tell her that she thought that Shawn had given her some kind of infection, but since she was still in denial, she wasn’t ready to take it there.
Tracy wasn’t sure if her body was becoming immune to whatever she had, but the pain between her legs wasn’t as bad as it was a few weeks ago. After leaving it alone and no longer putting products on it, she was feeling a little better, or at least good enough to sit down without squirming.
“Bitch, do you know what will happen if they find those videos?” Shaunnie nervously asked.
“Shawn got a lock on his phone. Trust me, if they had anything, they would be beating down both of our doors. I’m not that worried.”
“But Jasmine woke up from her coma.”
“So? That bitch too scary to talk, and she likes Shawn too much to even throw him under the bus like that.”
Tracy was totally unaware of the fact that her statement was the furthest thing from the truth. Jasmi