Even More Wifey Status: Renaissance Collection - Softcover

Williams, Racquel

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1622866762 ISBN 13: 9781622866762

Verlag: Urban Renaissance, 2018

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Sierra Rogers earned the title of “bottom bitch” in her man’s life by playing her position well and holding the keys to his heart, ignoring the fact that he was married. Things took a turn for the worst when she came face to face with evil and was left for dead. Now she realizes that only the strong will survive in this wicked world. She must become as treacherous as the environment that raised her if she wants to keep her man and stay alive.

   Shayna Jackson is a scorned woman with deadly intentions. She vows to get the woman who has come between her and her husband’s money. Armed with personal secrets about the other woman, she put her devious plan into motion as she sets out to show her husband that games are for kids. Mrs. Jackson is not to be played with.

   Alijah Jackson is facing his own demons. While trying to get away from his wife and start a relationship with his bottom bitch, he became oblivious to the fact that being the king of the streets can have deadly consequences. Friends become enemies, and loyalty is a thing of the past. He will have to use his knowledge of the streets and killer mentality if he wants to stay alive and free.

   Take a journey through the gritty streets of Richmond as the plot thickens and the trio realizes that fairytales don’t happen in the hood.

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Racquel Williams was born in Kingston, Jamaica, and came to the United States in 1992. Struggling to support her sons as a single mother, she chose the wrong path and ended up sentenced to 37 months in prison on drug charges. Upon her release, she moved to Atlanta, Georgia, where she lives with her two sons. She is pursuing a degree in psychology and has self-published several novels.

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Even More Wifey Status

Renaissance Collection

By Racquel Williams

Urban Books, LLC

Copyright © 2018 Racquel Williams
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-62286-676-2

Contents

Title Page, 
Copyright Page, 
Dedication, 
Acknowledgments, 
Prologue, 
Chapter One - Alijah Jackson, 
Chapter Two - Sierra Rogers, 
Chapter Three - Sierra Rogers, 
Chapter Four - Sierra Rogers, 
Chapter Five - Sierra Rogers, 
Chapter Six - Shayna Jackson, 
Chapter Seven - Sierra Rogers, 
Chapter Eight - Alijah Jackson, 
Chapter Nine - Alijah Jackson, 
Chapter Ten - Sierra Rogers, 
Chapter Eleven - Alijah Jackson, 
Chapter Twelve - Alijah Jackson, 
Chapter Thirteen - Alijah Jackson, 
Chapter Fourteen - Alijah Jackson, 
Chapter Fifteen - Sierra Rogers, 
Chapter Sixteen - Alijah Jackson, 
Chapter Seventeen - Sierra Rogers, 
Chapter Eighteen - Sierra Rogers, 
Chapter Nineteen - Sierra Rogers, 
Chapter Twenty - Alijah Jackson, 
Chapter Twenty-One - Sierra Rogers, 
Chapter Twenty-Two - Sierra Rogers, 

CHAPTER 1

Alijah Jackson

The happiness of being released from jail was short lived. I knew Sierra did not like Shayna and shit. I could dig it, but this was some totally different shit when she came at me telling me that Shayna was the one who snitched on me.

They said seeing was believing, so I had no choice but to believe what the fuck was in front of me in bold print. "Shayna Jackson, Confidential Informant." See, I was a street nigga, so I'm used to niggas hating and snitching, but that was a whole different part of the game. My mind was racing. I felt like my blood was boiling. My vein felt like it was about to burst through my forehead. I just kept repeating that bitch's name over and over ... I jumped off the bed and threw the papers against the wall. But before I could get another thought in, I heard gunshots in my house.

Pop, Pop, Pop!

Next, I heard Sierra screaming my name.

I raced to my closet where I usually kept my guns, but the closet was empty. I didn't have time to look elsewhere. I had to get my baby girl, even though I didn't have a gun. Fuck it, I was ready for whatever or whoever. I ran out into the hallway without drawers, dick hanging.

"Sierra! Where the fuck are you?" I yelled with nervousness in my voice.

There was no need for an answer. Sierra lay by the door in a pool of blood. I looked around to make sure no one was in the house. I ran upstairs and grabbed my cell and a blanket and dialed 9-1-1. Then I ran back downstairs and checked her pulse. She was still breathing so I began to put pressure on the area where I saw the blood coming from.

"Hello, 9-1-1. What's your emergency?"

"I need an ambulance. My girl has been shot. Blood is everywhere. Please hurry."

I gave the operator the address. I could not explain how I was feeling because I had no feelings at all.

"OK, sir, where is she shot?"

"I think in the chest. I'm not sure."

"Emergency help is on the way. In the meantime, I need some information from you. What is her name, age, and your name, sir?"

"Yo, bitch. No disrespect, just send the fucking ambulance. 'Cause if she don't make it, I'm coming for you."

"Sir, there's no need for the name-calling. I'm just doing my job. I need to enter this information into the system, and you being ignorant is not helping the situation."

"Bitch, shut the fuck up! Where is the fucking ambulance? My bitch is on the fucking floor dying, and you think I give a fuck about how I'm actin'?"

Before I could finish my sentence, I heard the ambulance pulling up. I let go of Sierra's hand and threw on the boxers that I grabbed off the bed. I then ran outside to get their attention. Within seconds, my house was swarmed with emergency workers and five-O. That was not the place I wanted to be, but I had no choice because I wasn't leaving her side.

Shayna Jackson

Bitches thought I was a joke when I said, "I am the head bitch in charge." Hell, nah! I meant that shit. I would not be pushed or run over. I run this, and it was that simple.

I knew I was losing Alijah, and I couldn't risk that. It wasn't that I wanted that no-good, two-timing-ass nigga, but I want his fucking money. I'm Mrs. Jackson, and I'll be damned if that ghetto-ass bitch was going to weasel her way into his life. I called up her best friend. I almost choked saying that. Okay, I called up her childhood friend, ace, road dawg — whatever name you want to call it — so I could get the address. I didn't trust that crackhead bitch, but she was a valuable source to have, especially when I gave her greedy ass a couple of hundred dollars and got classified information. With a friend like that, who needed a fucking enemy?

I was so thankful to Daddy. When I was a little girl, every Saturday morning, he would take me along with him to the shooting range. Being a retired military man, he always warned me about the importance of the right to bear arms. I did not know twenty years later that I would be exercising my right to bear arms against my husband.

I really thought that all my problems were over after the cops picked up Alijah and his cronies, so I got a new phone and stayed glued to my television. The local CBS station picked up the news about the fall of one of Richmond's drug lords. I was beyond pleased at how fast the authorities scooped them all up. I was too caught up in the moment that I did not realize that they did not lock up that bitch. That's a shame because I knew I would have to handle her personally now. What's wrong with these fucking cops? They should've done their job. Now I had to get my hands dirty. Well, sometimes the boss had to do the dirty work.

"Hello, ma'am, welcome to South Side Guns and Things."

"Hello, I'm looking for a gun. Something powerful, you know?"

"Well, you're in the right place. I have a variety of powerful guns that might suit you, pretty little lady." He smiled at me showing those dirty things in his mouth. I needed to hurry up and get away from this bum.

He showed me a variety of guns. I decided to go along with the Glock 9 mm. Just holding it in my hands gave my pussy a certain sensation. I felt tingly, so I knew the Glock was the one for me. I gave him my fake ID and information; then I walked out with my weapon tucked away in my Michael Kors purse. I took my shades off and started down the street, pulling off my red wig, letting my hair down as I drove off into the brisk air.

CHAPTER 2

Sierra Rogers

I'd been in the hospital over two weeks, and I recovered quickly. I was told that I almost didn't make it, so I was grateful that God gave me another chance at life. I was shocked when I found out that I was pregnant, but I also was happy. Maybe now I would not feel so all alone in this world. I have someone to love and care for. Sadness also came over me. Alijah was my child's father, and he was in the streets heavy. I was not sure where we were heading. After all, it was his drama that caused me to end up in the hospital fighting for my life. All different types of thoughts ran through my mind, and I don't know how it's going to be played out. I just know everybody's going to be paid in full, but in due time. There's no need to rush; first things first. I needed my strength back, and then everything else will fall in place.

Alijah's been very supportive. He's barely left the hospital. He kept apologizing to...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Urban Renaissance
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2018
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1622866762
• ISBN 13: 9781622866762
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 304
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Kensington Publishing Corporation; http://www.wmg.com/; ; 1633 Broadway ; New York, NY 10019 ; USA
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