RedBone
Authors: T. Styles
RedBone
T. Styles
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Prologue
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Present Day
Chapter 1
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Many Years Earlier
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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Two Years Later
Chapter 11
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Present Day Mooney s House
Chapter 12
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Seven Years Later
Chapter 13
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One Month Later
Chapter 14
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A Week Later
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
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Present Day Mooney s House
Copyright Page
I dedicate this to Charisse Washington.
Thanks for holding me down.
Always.
Acknowledgments
To Charisse, thank you for always keeping me lifted. Writing can be a tough job, but I am blessed to have you on my team. To Carl Weber, thanks for tapping me on my shoulder. I hope you enjoy my contribution to your literary camp. I admire you. To Seven, thanks for always being in my corner! To Angel, thanks for always reading my work first, and giving me your stamp of approval. It means the world to me. To Terese, thanks for being the best friend a writer could have. To my grandbaby JR, my son Kajel and his wife Sonya, take care of one another. To Metha and Kim, you guys are the best. We love having you on the team. To Lakisha, you make me proud for holding Cartel business down. Thank you. To Luh Rod and Michelle Turnipseed, I could never forget you babies either. Your energy is contagious!
Last but not least, thanks to every T. Styles fan who loves a little something different. If you guys weren’t in my life, I am afraid to think where my sick mind would have sent me. I hope you enjoy my twist on street fiction. I love you all, and welcome to my crazy-ass world!
T. Styles
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Prologue
Present Day
Mooney sat in front of her open window, trying to wash the shitty taste of cigarettes and black coffee from her mouth with a glass of cheap bourbon. From sunup until sundown, being a spectator was her daily ritual. Although it was only the beginning of October, the weather outside resembled a cold winter’s day. She pulled the belt on her blue robe, as her brown eyes peered outside at the situation brewing with a group of rowdy children from her building. In her opinion, the things she witnessed outside of her small apartment in Washington DC were better than anything available on television, so she didn’t own one.
Eyes locked on the group of screaming girls, she zeroed in on the leader of the pack—thirteen-year-old Cutie Tudy. Mooney could hear Cutie’s screeching voice loud and clear, as she screamed at the top of her lungs. The tight waist-length pink coat she wore was opened low enough for the boys hanging on the sidelines to see the top of her budding breasts.
“You ain’t nothing but a ugly black bitch, Seona! You and your twin!” Cutie Tudy said, screaming in her foster sister’s face. Her light-skinned cheeks were flushed red from all of the excitement. “I saw you in my fucking room last night ... and now my shit missing!” Trying to entertain her six-member crew, she placed her index finger on Seona’s warm nose. She wanted her to do something, anything, so that she would have an excuse to push her to the ground and kick her in every available place on her body. But Seona knew the routine, and stood as still as a Macy’s store mannequin. The warm tears rolling down her face, and into the corners of her mouth, were the only indicators that Cutie’s meanness was getting to her. “What you gonna say, huh? What you gonna do?”
Seona Taylor wanted to run but knew they’d all chase her, push her to the ground, and beat her in places she couldn’t imagine. In her opinion it was better to stay where she was and get beat down by Cutie alone than to be jumped by many. Seona’s dark walnut-colored skin was loaded with tear streaks.
“Punch that bitch, Cutie! You know she stole your iPod!” one of her screaming friends said, begging to see a fight. Trying to get things started quicker than fire to gasoline, she stepped behind Seona and pushed her closer to Cutie. “Oh shit! She stepped to you now!” Cutie’s crew crowded around them so tightly they couldn’t move if they wanted to, and spectators on the far outside stepped closer to catch a view.
“Why you steal my fucking iPod, blackie?” Cutie taunted. “You shouldn’t even have been in my room.”