Somethin' To Think About - Softcover

Green, Damon R.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 144017587X ISBN 13: 9781440175879

Verlag: iUniverse, 2010

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Somethin' to Think About by Damon R Green is a bold novel that separates itself from the rest by its intoxicating allure. This prolific writer, whose street credibility speaks volumes, has created a novel that has it all: fame, fortune and power. These things make life magnificent, but they come with a price. Too often, the actual costs exceeds the worth and sacrifice needed to get them. You have to confront the faces of betrayal, death and the stark reality that you could spend the rest of your life in prison. Realizing this can be devastating. It's a game where there is plenty to lose and few win. It's a game where today's gangstas become tomorrow's rats and yesterday's love of your life becomes tomorrow's betrayal. Your right hand man that you unconsciously treated better than your own blood transforms into your archenemy! In this tale, Damon R. Green take the reader on a journey of twist and turns, which will leave readers, men, women and children alike, with 'Somethin' to Think About". You'll fine every element of the streets, both past and current; exist in the depths of these pages. After experiencing this novel, if you find yourself thinking that Momma never said that life would be so rough, you won't be able to say that Damon R. Green didn't tell you.

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Damon R. Green is a native of both Harlem and the Bronx. His youth was spent between the two. He's the proud father of four boys, two girls and the husband of his childhood girlfriend. His passion to write was sparked by his close friend, Antoine "Inch" Thomas. He's an avid reader of many genres outside of urban literature. His next release "Who Would've Ever Thought" will be out under his wife's company, "My 3 Best Day's," which will be followed by the already written sequel, "Come to find Out." In addition to writing his novels, he's studying for his degree in Theology from Herbert W. Armstrong College and working toward a degree in counseling. His paramount goal is to educate troubled teens and steer them in the right direction... Away from drugs, crime and the penitentiary!

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Somethin' to Think About

By Damon R. Green

iUniverse, Inc.

Copyright © 2010 Latoya Belgrave-Green
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4401-7587-9

Chapter One

Jasmine sat in the back of the van en route over the Rikers Island Bridge, looking into the water down below, her thoughts running wild. For the past eight months, three times a week, she took this very same trip. However, for some reason she just couldn't escape the thought of one day the van going over the railing and plunging into the water (a voluntary risk that she and so many others like her took on daily). Outside of her man, son's father, and love of her life blowing trial for a murder for which he's being held without bail, this was her greatest fear.

Jasmine and C.B., also known as Corey Banks, had been together for the last seven years. They were the prime example of unalike attracting, and a-alikes repelling. While Corey grew up in Harlem's Lincoln projects, with one older and one younger sister, Jasmine grew up on the east side inside the Wagner Houses, with one older and one younger brother. At twenty-five years of age and Puerto Rican, she has never dated a man of Latin descent. Jasmine Velez, with her caramel complexion, shoulder length raven hair, and well-proportioned one hundred and thirty-eight pound frame, stood at the model height of 5'9." She drove men she visually came in contact with crazy. She paid nothing or no one any attention other than C.B. and Corey, Jr. Her primary focus in life was based on them.

The Oliver People frames she wore added an extra degree of sensuality to her, bringing about an exotic mystique. But it was her long legs, apple bottom and nice firm breasts that caused C.B. to continue his strong love for her. They first met seven years ago.

The continuous intensity of their relationship made Corey become more and more possessive over her. Not in a sense where he ever suspected her of fucking around on him or anything, but to the point where Corey knew that he couldn't properly function without her by his side. Out of all of the other females that he dealt with on the side, none of them were cut from the same exquisite cloth as she was. It's why she held the position she had.

Seeing Jasmine with C.B., one would never think that she was a graduate of Fordham University, holding a degree in Business Management as well as securing a high position inside the Chase Manhattan Bank. C.B., on the other hand, was a high school drop out who'd been in and out of the system since the early days of his youth. Having had the opportunity to see many before him from right in his immediate area lay it down and make something of themselves, C.B. took full advantage of his influence over those that looked up to him and took control over the entire project like his late mentor, Baby-K.

Corey's 6'1" figure, smooth Nat King Cole complexion, curly hair and always perfectly lined goatee made him an item among the ladies. It was killing him that he was still making ten thousand dollars a day, but wasn't able to be present for the actual earnings. However, knowing that his loyal little homey, B. Rus, was out there on the strip holding down the fort, taking care of Jasmine and little C.J., kept him mentally afloat. The moment he ever received a bail, he knew he'd be released, but due to his extensive record, the Manhattan District Attorney's office was successful in getting the judge to keep denying him bail.

Jasmine hated what seemed like a forever process of entering the prison once she was over the bridge. One had to wait in long lines that bore the sign to whichever building your loved one was detained. You then had to wait for a dirty bus to take you there, fill out some more paperwork, and then wait sometimes for another hour, only to spend one measly hour with your people.

After the C.O. called C.B.'s name and handed him the card with Jasmine's name on it, he walked through a sliding door of the Beacon's visiting room. An officer working the floor then directed him to the fifth chair in the second row, over to his left. No longer than a minute later, in came Jasmine, looking beautiful as ever. Upon making eye contact with each other, they both immediately started to smile and blow kisses in the air at each another.

"Hey girl, you look awesome today. How was your ride up?" C.B. asked while lifting Jasmine up off of her feet and kissing her all over her face.

"Stop it with your crazy self ... You got the cops looking all over here like something is going on." Jasmine glanced at the officers who stared her and her man down, hoping that a package of contraband was passed off.

"So what, no one in this world can stop me from showing my baby love. You look tired ma, what's up?" C.B. noticed the exhaustion on his baby girl's face. Gently, he placed his hand on her chin and raised her head so that they once again made eye contact.

"Nothing, my period came last night. Other than that, I'm fine. What's up with you?" Jasmine responded. She lightly brushed a piece of lint off the side of C.B.'s right cheek.

"Ain't nothing but the same ol' shit ... And as you know, that without variety breeds tedium." Jasmine was used to C.B. using so-called big words. It wasn't something that he all of a sudden picked up in prison because he had a dictionary nearby. Extending his vocabulary was part of his everyday routine even before he got locked up, because although he didn't finish high school, he had a strong affinity for reading. Every chance he got, whether he was on the block doing hand to hand or behind the scenes moving and shaking, he would pick up a book and read it from cover to cover. "For these last past few days, I've been in a serious state of dissatisfaction and weariness. That's why I'm just hoping these people give me a bail next week. Enough of me though, what's good with little C.B.?"

"He was asleep when I left. My mother is taking him over to my grandmother's later on this evening. What happened? I tried to call you last night but I kept getting your voice mail ... Is everything okay, baby?"

"Yeah, but you know something? I figured that too. I was just telling my man that before they called me for the visit. I'm telling you, I can feel it when you're reaching out to me, on some real telepathy shit. What happened was, the officer that holds my cell phone in his locker called in yesterday. I'm unable to get to it when he's not here. I know B. Rus was probably trying to get at me too. Listen, when you leave here, I need you to go and see him, tell him I said to make sure they locate that snitch nigga Tonk, and get rid of him before I go to court. I'm telling you, I want that nigga dead, ma."

"He called me while I was waiting for the van. He's supposed to meet me on 125th and Lexington when I leave here. All I have to do is call and let him know I'm on my way," Jasmine remembered.

"Did he give you that twenty-five thousand?"

"He'll have it when I see him later on, he said."

"This gotta be one of the hottest days of June thus far, right?" C.B. asked, fanning himself from the heat.

"I'm telling you." Jasmine responded, tugging on her blouse that seemed to be sticking to her skin.

"Damn, I miss you to death, girl. Just seeing you in them open toe Reberto Cavalli's and skirt got my dick hard as a missile. Come here, what color thongs you got on?" he asked, while rubbing up on Jasmine's inner thigh.

"Stop being so fresh, I have on red panties. Didn't I just tell you I got my period, boy?" She smiled and looked around nervously. "Yeah, that's...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: iUniverse
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2010
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 144017587X
• ISBN 13: 9781440175879
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 264
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
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