This saga has it all... Sex, romance, drugs, comedy, murder and violence... all rolled up into one! Roller coaster crime drama...
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This saga has it all.... sex & romance, drugs & violence, drama & comedy - all rolled up into one! Join Stacy, Poppy, Day and Sheila as they weave one of the most dramatic and unpredictable adventures of our time! Check out why...
Sheila's love interests involve around murder, mayhem.. and a baby;
Stacy harbors a horrible secret that could get her - and others - killed;
Day has to unravel the truth to in order to settle business;
NOBODY wants Jonathan to know!!
WARNING!!! Reading this will take you on the RIDE of your LIFE...
If you are faint of heart, you are NOT ready for THIS book.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK...
“So you think you can help me, Pop?” asked Stacy.
“It would be MY PLEASURE to teach his punk ass a lesson,” answered Poppy. “So he likes to hit women huh? He just don’t know he messed with the WRONG people. Trust that he WILL know when I am done with him!”
“I knew YOU of all people would not let me down,” said Stacy.
“Oh, you KNOW it, Stace! Just meet me at the bar about 6:00 pm, before I open and we will plan this shit. Bring me as much information as possible about his whereabouts so we can get this done quick,” said Poppy. “I can’t wait to see his bitch-ass squirm!”
“You ain’t said nothing but a word, Playa! I will be there. Lata!” said Stacy, sweet satisfaction dripping in her voice.
“Lata, Girl!” said Poppy then he hung up the phone, contemplating exactly how he was going to handle Jonas.
Jonathan ‘Poppy’ Wright is a big man. A REAL big man - 6 feet, 5 inches tall, and weighing in at about 330 lbs. NO FAT anywhere, just pure muscle from lifting weights at the gym three times a week. He’s been doing it for the last ten years at least. He makes his living as a bodyguard by day, and a bar owner by night. Stacy bartends for him on occasion, whenever his regular bartenders pull a no-show, or for special occasions. She always pulls down big bucks whenever she bartends.
He and Stacy grew up together like brother and sister, but in actuality they are cousins – first cousins. Poppy is only 8 months older than Stacy, and their mothers are sisters. The sisters were inseparable when Stacy and Poppy were babies, so they spent a lot of time together growing up. Poppy always looked out for Stacy, and since neither of them had siblings (by their mothers anyway), all they had was each other.
At times, while they were growing up, Poppy felt helpless to help his cousin. He often spent weeks at Stacy’s house when his mom fell ill from sickle cell anemia and had to be hospitalized.. Stacy’s father, Frank, was very abusive to her mother - and to her. Poppy spent many nights comforting Stacy, who would scream and cry uncontrollably as they both heard her father scream at, and beat her mom. Frank hospitalized her mother every so often, and when this happened, Stacy was there alone with her dad – and he would take his frustrations out on his daughter. He slapped her around, and raped her when her mother wasn’t around, and told her that if she told, he’d kill them both – and she knew he meant it.
On a few occasions, Poppy was staying with them when her mom was hospitalized. Once, when they were about 8 or 9 years old, Frank came in the room to get Stacy and take her to his room to abuse her, Poppy got in Frank’s face and tried to defend Stacy. Frank was a huge man too – almost the same weight and height Poppy is now – and at that time Poppy was no match for her dad. He punched Poppy so hard that he literally knocked the boy out cold. He then he proceeded to have his way with his hysterical daughter.
Poppy never forgot that feeling of helplessness after learning what happened to Stacy.
About 12 years ago, when they were both in their mid 20’s, Frank was hospitalized with liver disease. Years of drinking and abuse had finally caught up to him. He was sick, but was expected to recover enough to go home in a few days. Stacy could never bring herself to visit or talk to Frank after she left home for good. Poppy proposed they pay him a ‘farewell’ visit, so they could let him know how they felt all these years – and bury the past behind them.
They appeared at the hospital to visit Frank, unannounced. Poppy was dressed in a doctor’s coat and rubber gloves, and Stacy was in scrubs. Frank was sleeping peacefully. Poppy took the IV that was running into his arm and disconnected it from the port in his arm, and took another syringe and injected a huge air bubble into the tube. He then reconnected the IV and they quietly left the room. An hour and a half later, a nurse found Frank dead.
They had just committed their first murder… and justifiably so in their minds.
Poppy was NOT a man to be messed with. And you DON’T mess with HIS.
Stacy met Poppy at the bar at 6:15 pm the next evening to go over their plans for Jonas. Stacy had found out through Sheila, who was staying with Stacy until she found a place of her own, that Jonas had called and wanted to set up an appointment to see her and talk to her. He apologized profusely to her for hitting her and cheating on her, and begged her to come home. She was through with him and didn’t want to see him at all anymore. However, Stacy had convinced Sheila to tell Jonas that she would meet him tomorrow night at 7:00 pm. at his house.
“Good. Tell Sheila to stay at home. I will meet Jonas at 7:00 pm tomorrow … and take care of everything,” Poppy said.
“Not a problem, Cuz. You need me to be there with you? I want to SEE this!” said Stacy, licking her lips at the thought of watching Poppy taking out her revenge on Jonas.
“I think it would be better if you stayed away from this one,” said Poppy, with cold concern in his voice for his cousin. “I don’t want to see you get burned if something goes down wrong, you understand me?”
“Yeah, Cuz. I actually figured you would say that. But I want to see his ass pay so bad, it almost makes me have a fucking orgasm!” said Stacy.
“I know Stace, I know… but I really want you to stay away this time,” said Poppy, grinning slightly at the ‘orgasm‘ remark. “Go make sure that Sheila is OK and tell her not to worry. Poppy will take care of everything.”
The next evening, Jonas sat in his apartment, drinking a beer and watching TV, waiting for Sheila to arrive. It is now 7:15 pm.
‘I’ll beg her back as always,’ thought Jonas. ‘She loves me and I know she ain’t goin’ nowhere. That big ass freak of a friend of hers ain’t got nothin’ on me…’ he thought to himself. He was beginning to grow irritated because Sheila was late – he HATED lateness with a passion.
Three large, muscle-bound men, each well over 6 feet tall, slowly walked up to Jonas’ door. One of the men knocked on the door and waited.
“Damn Bitch, you kept me waiting long…” Jonas started to say as he opened the door and was stopped in his tracks by the appearance of the three men in his doorway.
“You Jonas?” one of the men asked.
“Yeah,” Jonas said. “Who the fuck wants to know?”
As soon as he got the words out, one of the men punched him in the face so hard, blood spurted from his nose and mouth, and he was knocked several feet back into the room.
“What the..,” Jonas started to say again as he got punched again, and the two other men started to kick and punch him to the floor.
“Stop! That’s good for now,” said Poppy. “We are gonna have a GOOD time tonight!”
“Who are you? What do you want?” Jonas managed to say, holding his stomach and bleeding from his nose and mouth.
“I hear you like to hit women. I don’t like men, excuse me, COWARDS, who hit on women. Makes me VERY angry,” said Poppy. “You were waiting on someone? A BITCH? Is that what I heard you say?”
Jonas just sat there and stared at him. He knew he was going to get beat down, no matter what he said. He just decided to take it like a man – he had no other choice – and hope he lived to see the next day.
“I’m gonna show you exactly what it’s like to be a BITCH, muthafucka,” said Poppy angrily. He then pulled out his gun – a huge silver pistol, a Glock – and held it against Jonas’ head.
“Strip!” yelled Poppy.
“What?” said Jonas, totally stunned.
Poppy cocked the gun, still pressed against Jonas’ temple, and said, “I told you to STRIP, mothafucka – or I will spill your brains on this floor right fuckin’ NOW!”
Jonas didn’t want to go out like a punk, but he didn’t want to die tonight either. Anger and fear flushed his face, and made his body quiver as he slowly removed his clothes.
“We’re gonna show you just what it’s like to be a BITCH! You wanna hit on women, Bitch ass? Then that’s just what you gonna be – a BITCH ASS!” Poppy said to Jonas.
“Yo, get over here man and do your THANG!” Poppy motions to one of the men, who walked over and stared at Jonas, standing directly in front of him.