Bloody Betrayal

Home > Other > Bloody Betrayal > Page 19
Bloody Betrayal Page 19

by J-Blunt


  Pop Somethin’ hated churches. Being surrounded by sadness and fake Christians made him uneasy. He watched in amusement as the preacher gave the eulogy, the choir sang, and family members got up to the pulpit to speak on Uncle Larry’s virtues. He wished he hadn’t agreed to come. The only good thing was they would hop on the highway immediately after the repast.

  Two hours later, family members kissed and hugged as they began filing out of the church. Pop, Queenie, Princess, and La’Qua were mixed in the crowd. As soon as Pop stepped into the Houston sun, the hair on the back of his neck stood up and goosebumps crawled all over his skin. His instincts had been honed by the streets and were akin to Spiderman’s Spidey Senses. Something was wrong. Danger was near. He could feel it.

  His trigger finger twitched as the .50-caliber burned on his hip like it had a mind of its own, desiring to be pulled out and popped.

  “Somethin’ ain’t right. Be on the lookout,” he told the women as his eyes darted back and forth over the family members, parked cars, and nearby buildings, searching for the cause of his discomfort.

  “What you talkin’ ‘bout?” Queenie asked, picking up on his mood and keeping her eyes peeled.

  “I don’t know. I got a feelin’. I told you not to leave yo’ shit in the truck. Hurry up and get to the rental.”

  The F-150 was parked halfway down the block. Before they could get to it, Pop spotted the danger. Two tall, skinny, dark-skinned niggas wore wigs and sunglasses, trying to look like women. He knew it was Drama and Snot. They were a few hundred feet away, moving toward them, reaching under their shirts.

  “There they go! Look out!” Pop called, pointing them out as he reached for the .50.

  Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

  Fully automatic gunfire rang out, exploding the windows of the car Pop and his girls were walking by.

  As he ducked for cover, out the corner of his eye Pop could see someone dressed in black stepping out of a black Caravan parked in the middle of the street, firing a chopper. Another figure was getting out behind him, also carrying a chopper. In the driver’s seat was a masked man firing a Mac 12.

  In front of him, Drama and Snot had pulled pistols, but the gunfire across the street made them pause. And that was their mistake. The Desert Eagle roared like a lion, sending hot shit faster than the speed of sound at the Pop Squad members. Snot’s thin frame was lifted off the ground when two pieces of lead slammed into his chest.

  Drama ducked behind a nearby truck. Pop assessed the situation quickly, not missing a beat. He needed another gun, so he turned and threw Princess the Desert Eagle. “Knock ‘em down, baby! Get ‘em off my ass!”

  Princess didn’t hesitate. She came up from behind the car, letting the .50 caliber ride. The hand cannon exploded high-powered rounds toward the shooters near the van. The lead man caught bullets in the leg, stomach, and chest before falling to the ground.

  As soon as Princess began letting loose, Pop sprinted toward Snot’s fallen body, eyeing the pistol at his side.

  He was a few feet away when Drama jumped out from behind the truck, his pistol high. When he seen Pop racing toward him and realized the big man would be upon him before he could aim at him, he flinched and squeezed the trigger. The bullet whistled by Pop Somethin’ and hit Princess in the neck as she was ducking for cover.

  Reacting on pure instinct, Pop lowered his shoulder and crashed into the smaller man like he was making a football play. Drama was lifted in the air and thrown a few feet before crashing to the ground.

  Right after making the tackle, Pop did a tuck-roll, grabbing the pistol Snot dropped, cocking it, and sending a bullet flying from the chamber as he hit the safety. When he hopped back to his feet again, the pistol was erupting fire toward the shooters near the minivan.

  The second man with the chopper never knew what hit him as a bullet smacked his temple, sending brains and gray matter spraying into the air.

  Before he could get a bead on the driver, Pop had to duck again as Drama took aim at him. The bullets missed, slamming into the parked car. And that’s when Pop seen Princess. She was lying on Queenie’s lap, bleeding from the neck. Instant pain gripped his chest, feeling like he had been shot.

  The sound of an engine revving and tires screeching pulled his attention away from his women as the Caravan sped away. After peeking his head from behind the car, he seen Drama was gone, too. When he looked to his girls again, Queenie was wailing at the top of her lungs while La’Qua lay on the ground, bleeding. Without even seeing her face, Pop knew Princess was gone. He felt it. The regret of coming back to Houston began to weigh on him.

  He had taken two steps toward his girls when the hair on the back of his neck stood up again. The pistol was a blur as he spun around, applying pressure to the trigger. When he recognized who was standing behind him, a mix of emotions flashed through him. “What the fuck you doin’ here?” he growled, lowering the gun. “I almost killed yo’ ass.”

  Shanice stood before Pop with a determined look on her face. “I want Queenie back.”

  “What the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout? Get outta here, right now,” Pop snapped before turning to walk away.

  “Paul!”

  Hearing his government name made him freeze. He spun around and was shocked to see Shanice pointing a gun at him. When he looked in her eyes, pain, anger, and hate blazed at him. He no longer recognized her as his favorite little cousin that he was secretly in love with. The woman before him was a stranger.

  “You took everything from me. Now I’m taking everything from you.”

  Even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to shoot her before she squeezed the trigger, Pop tried to lift the gun anyway.

  Pop, pop!

  One bullet pierced his chest, the other his neck as he fell backwards to the ground.

  The last thing Pop Somethin’ remembered was feeling the sting of bloody betrayal.

  The End

  Submission Guideline

  Submit the first three chapters of your completed manuscript to [email protected], subject line: Your book's title. The manuscript must be in a .doc file and sent as an attachment. Document should be in Times New Roman, double spaced and in size 12 font. Also, provide your synopsis and full contact information. If sending multiple submissions, they must each be in a separate email.

  Have a story but no way to send it electronically? You can still submit to LDP/Ca$h Presents. Send in the first three chapters, written or typed, of your completed manuscript to:

  LDP: Submissions Dept

  Po Box 870494

  Mesquite, Tx 75187

  *DO NOT send original manuscript. Must be a duplicate.*

  Provide your synopsis and a cover letter containing your full contact information.

  Thanks for considering LDP and Ca$h Presents.

  Coming Soon from Lock Down Publications/Ca$h Presents

  BOW DOWN TO MY GANGSTA

  By Ca$h

  TORN BETWEEN TWO

  By Coffee

  BLOOD STAINS OF A SHOTTA III

  By Jamaica

  STEADY MOBBIN III

  By Marcellus Allen

  BLOOD OF A BOSS V

  By Askari

  LOYAL TO THE GAME IV

  LIFE OF SIN II

  By T.J. & Jelissa

  A DOPEBOY’S PRAYER II

  By Eddie “Wolf” Lee

  IF LOVING YOU IS WRONG… III

  LOVE ME EVEN WHEN IT HURTS II

  By Jelissa

  TRUE SAVAGE VII

  By Chris Green

  BLAST FOR ME III

  A BRONX TALE III

  DUFFLE BAG CARTEL II

  By Ghost

  ADDICTIED TO THE DRAMA III

  By Jamila Mathis

  LIPSTICK KILLAH III

  Mimi

  WHAT BAD BITCHES DO III

  A HUSTLER’S DECEIT 3

  KILL ZONE II

  By Aryanna

  THE COST OF LOYALTY II

/>   By Kweli

  SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH A REAL ONE II

  By Tamara Butler

  RENEGADE BOYS III

  By Meesha

  CORRUPTED BY A GANGSTA IV

  By Destiny Skai

  A GANGSTER’S CODE III

  By J-Blunt

  KING OF NEW YORK IV

  RISE TO POWER III

  By T.J. Edwards

  GORILLAS IN THE BAY II

  De’Kari

  THE STREETS ARE CALLING II

  Duquie Wilson

  KINGPIN KILLAZ III

  Hood Rich

  STEADY MOBBIN’ III

  Marcellus Allen

  SINS OF A HUSTLA II

  ASAD

  TRIGGADALE II

  Elijah R. Freeman

  MARRIED TO A BOSS II

  By Destiny Skai & Chris Green

  KINGS OF THE GAME II

  Playa Ray

  Available Now

  RESTRAINING ORDER I & II

  By CA$H & Coffee

  LOVE KNOWS NO BOUNDARIES I II & III

  By Coffee

  RAISED AS A GOON I, II, III & IV

  BRED BY THE SLUMS I, II, III

  BLAST FOR ME I & II

  ROTTEN TO THE CORE I III

  A BRONX TALE I, II

  By Ghost

  LAY IT DOWN I & II

  LAST OF A DYING BREED

  BLOOD STAINS OF A SHOTTA I & II

  By Jamaica

  LOYAL TO THE GAME

  LOYAL TO THE GAME II

  LOYAL TO THE GAME III

  LIFE OF SIN

  By TJ & Jelissa

  BLOODY COMMAS I & II

  SKI MASK CARTEL I II & III

  KING OF NEW YORK I II,III

  RISE TO POWER I II

  By T.J. Edwards

  IF LOVING HIM IS WRONG…I & II

  LOVE ME EVEN WHEN IT HURTS

  By Jelissa

  WHEN THE STREETS CLAP BACK I & II III

  By Jibril Williams

  A DISTINGUISHED THUG STOLE MY HEART I II & III

  LOVE SHOULDN’T HURT I II III

  RENEGADE BOYS I & II

  By Meesha

  A GANGSTER’S CODE I & II

  By J-Blunt

  PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT

  By Bre’ Hayes

  BLOOD OF A BOSS I, II, III & IV

  By Askari

  THE STREETS BLEED MURDER I, II & III

  THE HEART OF A GANGSTA I II& III

  By Jerry Jackson

  CUM FOR ME

  CUM FOR ME 2

  CUM FOR ME 3

  CUM FOR ME 4

  An LDP Erotica Collaboration

  BRIDE OF A HUSTLA I II & II

  THE FETTI GIRLS I, II& III

  CORRUPTED BY A GANGSTA I, II & III

  By Destiny Skai

  WHEN A GOOD GIRL GOES BAD

  By Adrienne

  A GANGSTER’S REVENGE I II III & IV

  THE BOSS MAN’S DAUGHTERS

  THE BOSS MAN’S DAUGHTERS II

  THE BOSSMAN’S DAUGHTERS III

  THE BOSSMAN’S DAUGHTERS IV

  THE BOSS MAN’S DAUGHTERS V

  A SAVAGE LOVE I & II

  BAE BELONGS TO ME

  A HUSTLER’S DECEIT I, II, III

  WHAT BAD BITCHES DO I, II

  By Aryanna

  A KINGPIN’S AMBITON

  A KINGPIN’S AMBITION II

  I MURDER FOR THE DOUGH

  By Ambitious

  TRUE SAVAGE

  TRUE SAVAGE II

  TRUE SAVAGE III

  TRUE SAVAGE IV

  TRUE SAVAGE V

  TRUE SAVAGE VI

  By Chris Green

  A DOPEBOY’S PRAYER

  By Eddie “Wolf” Lee

  THE KING CARTEL I, II & III

  By Frank Gresham

  THESE NIGGAS AIN’T LOYAL I, II & III

  By Nikki Tee

  GANGSTA SHYT I II &III

  By CATO

  THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL

  By Phoenix

  Boss’n Up i , ii & IIi

  By Royal Nicole

  I LOVE YOU TO DEATH

  By Destiny J

  I RIDE FOR MY HITTA

  I STILL RIDE FOR MY HITTA

  By Misty Holt

  LOVE & CHASIN’ PAPER

  By Qay Crockett

  TO DIE IN VAIN

  SINS OF A HUSTLA

  By ASAD

  BROOKLYN HUSTLAZ

  By Boogsy Morina

  BROOKLYN ON LOCK I & II

  By Sonovia

  GANGSTA CITY

  By Teddy Duke

  A DRUG KING AND HIS DIAMOND I & II III

  A DOPEMAN’S RICHES

  HER MAN, MINE’S TOO I, II

  CASH MONEY HO’S

  By Nicole Goosby

  TRAPHOUSE KING I II & III

  KINGPIN KILLAZ

  By Hood Rich

  LIPSTICK KILLAH I, II

  CRIME OF PASSION I & II

  By Mimi

  STEADY MOBBN’ I, II

  By Marcellus Allen

  WHO SHOT YA I, II

  Renta

  GORILLAZ IN THE BAY

  DE’KARI

  TRIGGADALE

  Elijah R. Freeman

  GOD BLESS THE TRAPPERS I, II, III

  THESE SCANDALOUS STREETS I, II, III

  FEAR MY GANGSTA I, II, III

  THESE STREETS DON’T LOVE NOBODY I, II

  BURY ME A G I, II, III, IV, V

  Tranay Adams

  THE STREETS ARE CALLING

  Duquie Wilson

  MARRIED TO A BOSS…

  By Destiny Skai & Chris Green

  KINGS OF THE GAME II

  Playa Ray

  BOOKS BY LDP’S CEO, CA$H

  TRUST IN NO MAN

  TRUST IN NO MAN 2

  TRUST IN NO MAN 3

  BONDED BY BLOOD

  SHORTY GOT A THUG

  THUGS CRY

  THUGS CRY 2

  THUGS CRY 3

  TRUST NO BITCH

  TRUST NO BITCH 2

  TRUST NO BITCH 3

  TIL MY CASKET DROPS

  RESTRAINING ORDER

  RESTRAINING ORDER 2

  IN LOVE WITH A CONVICT

  Coming Soon

  BONDED BY BLOOD 2

  BOW DOWN TO MY GANGSTA

 

 

 


‹ Prev