Still Sheisty: Part 2 (Triple Crown Publications Presents)

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Still Sheisty, Part 2
T N Baker
STILL SHEISTY

This is a work of fiction. The authors have invented the characters.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coinci-dental.

If you have purchased this book with a 'dull' or missing cover---You have possibly purchased an unauthorized or stolen book. Please immediately contact the publisher advising where, when and how you purchased this book.

Compilation and Introduction copyright (c) 2004 by Triple Crown Publications

2959 Stelzer Rd., Suite C

Columbus, Ohio www.TripleCrownPublications.com

Library of Congress Control Number: ISBN# 0-976234904-0- Cover Design/Graphics: www.MarionDesigns.com Author: T.N. Baker

Editor: Chloe A Hilliard

Production: Kevin J. Calloway

Consulting: Vickie M. Stringer

Copyright (c) 2004 by Triple Crown Publications. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except by reviewer who may quote brief pas-sages to be printed in a newspaper or magazine.

First Trade Paperback Edition Printing December 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3
Printed in the United States of America

DEDICATION

To my daughter Tiana, I love you.

Contents

Acknowledgements

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

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

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Thank you Jesus, for giving me the strength to complete my second book. With you, I know any and everything is possible.

To my editor, Chloe A. Hilliard, girl, I think you are just WONDERFUL! I feel fortunate to have had the opportunity to work with someone who listens, takes the time to explain, shows interests and makes herself available to me at all times. To me it don't get no better than that! I thank you so much.

To my mother Audrien Cox, Ma, I thank you for never leaving home without a flyer for Sheisty. Your support means the world to me I love you!

I would like to take all my loved ones names from Sheisty's acknowledgements and place them here. Unfortunately I can't, but everybody knows who they are and what they mean to me.

The love is still the same. I would like to thank all my family on my fathers' side. I feel whole now that I have you guys in my life.

Aunt Cleo, Uncle Sherman and all my cousins a.k.a The Fabulous Baker Boys and Girls. I love you guys. Let's keep in touch. To my good friend Michelle Jackson, thanks for always lending an ear when I need one and for the great advice, also.

You are a beautiful person in and out. - Love Neish!

To my friend Liz, I got nothing but love for you baby. To Richard Holland, your friendship is a very special one to me.

Thanks for all the pep talks and encouragement you've given me. Love ya! To my publisher, Vickie Stringer, thanks for being patient with the completion of Still Sheisty and for showing me the love.

To all my TCP Family, much love and success. Keeping doing the damn thing.

Special thanks to Ka Shamba for keeping me informed with dates for all the book signings. Shannon Holmes, I'm glad were cool, now. Al-Saadiq Banks, thanks for the advice when I was going through tough times in this business. I wish you much success.

Special thanks to Masamba on Jamaica Ave. for supporting Sheisty. Keep pushing those copies. Much love. And to
all the
readers that supported Sheisty
...
I thank you for the bottom of
my heart
. Big Tone...you know I love you, right? I also thank everybody that I might have forgot who play a part in my life, it's not intentional so please don't take it personal.

PROLOGUE
Epiphany

"I closed my eyes and squeezed the trigger. Not knowing whether or not my shot was a successful one. I felt a burning sensation pierce through my chest. "Noooooo," I screamed as I was thrown to the floor from the strong impact. Instantly I could feel the warmth of my blood leaking from the stinging wound.

My eyes started getting heavy. The pain was too much to bear............

Keisha

I opened the door to my bedroom and right away tears started to fill my eyes as I watched Tucker sitting on the edge of the bed watching the video tape from my bacholorette party............

Shana

I followed Smitty to the door on his way out and before I could thank him for covering my ass he turned to me with a devious smirk and said, 'You owe me nigga!' From his look alone I knew I was in for the bullshit.

CHAPTER ONE

"Oh god, please noooooo-," were the last words Epiphany
whispered as tears fell down the sides of her face and she lost
consciousness after the shooting.
C-God damn near pissed himself; his heart pounded rapidly. For a moment he thought
he
was shot. Fortunately for him, Epiphany's aim was way off because she closed her eyes when she squeezed the trigger.

"Yo man, c'mon we gotta get the fuck up out of here," Ness screamed. C kneeled down beside Epiphany and felt remorseful.

Finally, he felt her pain. In any other situation he wouldn't have given a fuck, especially when it came down to his life. But this wasn't just any situation and as much as he tried to front on Epiphany, he really did care for her. He had no intentions on killing her. He just wanted to shake her up enough to get her to talk. C-God looked down at the papers still clutched in his hand, confirming Epiphany's pregnancy and felt even more fucked up.

"Yo, fuck that bitch. Lets role, dawg!" Ness yelled in a panic.

Finally, C snapped out of it, grabbed both guns and together they fled the scene doing eighty down South Jamaica's residential back streets.

"Nigga you must of been soft on that chick, but yo it was either you or her nigga, look at it that way." Ness was the type of nigga with a big ass mouth that didn't know how to leave well enough alone. "If I ain't come up in there when I did, your shorty might of murked you dawg, for real, but I had your back though."

C-God just sat there wearing a screw faced look on his face, thinking about the 'what ifs' as he listened to Ness in silence.

Deep down C-God knew Epiphany would have kept shooting at him until she killed him. So yes, he felt Ness reacted the way he was supposed to when he shot her, but C didn't want to hear him boasting about it. Obviously the look on his face wasn't enough because Ness didn't catch the hint; he just continued to go on and on about the incident until suddenly C snapped.

"Shut the fuck up, damn! A nigga can't even think straight, with you running the fuck off at the mouth. Just don't say shit else to me until I ask you to and pull this muthafucka over at that payphone right there."

Ness did what he was told - shut the fuck up and pulled over. It was C-God's duty to live his life coldheartedly. He never cared too much about anybody, except his parents. Outside of them the rest of his family was cool but if they crossed him they could easily be killed for doing so. But on the real he was all bark with no bite, only nobody knew it because they never put him to the test. It was his older brothers that were the truth back in the days. Nigga's ain't fuck with his three brothers or whoever they considered to be family. Pop, Black Russ and Lloyd were well-known and now 'legendary gangstas', ranking with some of the best that ever terrorized Queens. They were ruthless with no respect for a person's life, killers without a cause. If they weren't feeling you for whatever reason, then they didn't give a fuck about you or your family and in their presence you better had shown fear. Unfortunately, living that life came back to haunt them, leading to Pop and Russ's brutal deaths and landing Lloyd in prison for life with no chance of parole. Still, C-God felt since he was the last breed of the notorious Hinderson brothers he had something to prove. He had to own up to his family name and the reputation they paved. For some reason, his conscious was eating away at him tonight and that ain't supposed to happen to no Hinderson.

C-God picked up the receiver on the pay phone using the papers he took from Epiphany's purse and with a piece of tissue covering his fingertip, he dialed the police. He always thought with a criminals mind. Disguising his voice in an unrecognizable high-pitched tone he called for an ambulance in hopes that Epiphany might still be alive.

Epiphany briefly regained consciousness, oblivious to the sounds of the loud sirens as she lied still in a pool of her own blood. An ambulance and three police cars arrived at the scene shortly after the call was made. The cops entered first and took a look around, then signaled the paramedics with an 'okay, the coast was clear'. When the paramedics entered, the police suggested they tend to the girl first, besides from the looks of things it was obvious that Malikai was already deceased. The EMS

workers immediately ran over to Epiphany and checked her vital signs.

"She's still alive," one of them shouted. "Start an IV, her pulse is weak, this is not good. She's losing a lot of blood. Let's get a move on it fast!" Lifting Epiphany onto the stretcher he continued, "We're losing her; let's get her to the hospital now!"

CHAPTER TWO

Keisha stood in the bedroom doorway completely appalled.

Her heart fell into the pit of her stomach and tears instantly fell down her face. As she stood there, her fiance watch her give herself to another man--performing and receiving sexual pleasures on camera as if her name was Janet Jackme. She froze; stuck on stupid, puzzled as to how the videotape she destroyed managed to resurface again. She searched for the right words to say. She wanted to say something, but what?
"I'm sorry."
No, that wasn't gonna cut it. There was nothing to be said. She fucked up and she knew it. She felt like she had just slid down a razor blade, right into a pool of alcohol. Tucker's face was filled with a rage that she had never seen before. A rage that put fear in Keisha's heart. She was afraid to say or do anything so she continued to watch him watch her fuck and suck on another man in ways she had never done with him since they'd been together. He never ever thought about putting his hands on any women, let alone Keisha, until now. Fuming, he was to the point were he really wanted to hurt her. Tucker jumped up, snatched the VCR from the top of the 52" screen TV and frisbeed it into to the wall close to were Keisha was standing. Keisha jumped out of the way and into the hallway as the VCR crashed into the wall and then hit the floor.

Water flooded his eyes and his heart was filled with pain.

This was the ultimate feeling of betrayal, but he would never give her the satisfaction of seeing him cry. No one for that mat- ter. His militant father instilled in him as a boy that a man ain't supposed to cry. A strong man sucks it all up and keeps it moving. By now, all types of distasteful thoughts ran through Tucker's mind, but he never said a word. He simply looked at Keisha with such anger and disgust. If looks could kill she would have suffered a painful death. Keisha was still standing in the hall, afraid to move or say a word. She wasn't sure what to expect from this furious side of Tucker. Keisha's mother, Loretta, and her son, lil' T, were awakened and startled when they heard the crashing sound. She jumped out of bed, grabbed the baby and rushed from the bedroom to see what was going on. Right outside her door she spotted Keisha near the doorway of her bedroom crying.

"Keisha is everything okay," asked her concerned mother.

Keisha didn't respond, instead she took it as an opportunity to get out of Tucker's sight. Making a run for the bathroom she locked herself inside and cried like a baby. Loretta was curious as to what was going on. She assumed that maybe it was just a heated discussion about the wedding postponement. Since there wasn't any sign of domestic violence she felt no need to get involved, so she headed back to her room. Tucker had no sympathy for Keisha or her tears and at this point, all he felt for her was pure hatred, but he would never hurt her because of his son.

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