Excerpt from 'EVERYBODY PLAYZ THA FOOL'

I have just re-edited and re-released my first novel,Everybody Playz Tha Fool, and I promise you that this book will have you on the edge of your seat! To prove it, here is an excerpt:

"Jonas, Blu and Big Dawg drove from Jacksonville to New York, and arrived about noon the next day. They located Juice almost immediately, at a bar off 138th Street and Lenox Avenue. He had secured a place for them to stay off 134th Street to rest up for the evening’s activities. In the meantime, Juice had given Big Dawg information about where to find Iceman, and Juice told him he would call once he knew Iceman was there. All they had to do now was relax and wait for the call.

“Hey, where are all the honeys at?” Jonas asked Blu and Big Dawg, as he looked out the window. “I saw some fine Yams walking around when we were over by the bar, but hardly any of them seem to be ova here on this street!”

“We didn’t come here to get ass, muthafucca. We came here to do a job and that’s exactly what we’re gonna to do,” said Blu.

“Hey, you guys have been getting some pussy on the regular, and my shit has been shut down for way too long. I’m ready for some action, satisfaction and a piece so good it will leave me in traction!” said Jonas.

“What, Lenny’s dick wasn’t enough 'action to put you in traction' nigga?” said Blu, and he slapped Big Dawg’s hand as they both laughed out loud at Jonas.

“Very funny, muthafucka - fuck both of ya‘ll,” said Jonas, now embarrassed and wishing he had not said anything now.

“Look, we came here for a purpose, and we are here to carry out that purpose then get the fuck outta dodge. So sit back and relax, watch some TV or some shit. Your time is comin’…” said Big Dawg.

Jonas was getting real tired of Poppy and his crew punking him out all the time. He just got up, went over to the love seat in front of the TV, turned it on, sat down, and fell asleep after about a half hour.

The call came in about 9:30 PM. They were all sitting around the kitchen table eating Chinese food that Blu had ordered.

“Yeah, we’ll be there in about 30 minutes. Keep your eye on him and make sure he doesn’t leave,” Big Dawg said into the receiver, and hung up. “Ok, we gotta move, grab your shit because we ain’t comin’ back here.” They all grabbed their stuff, put it in their overnight bags, and headed out.

They drove up to a dingy little building on 142nd Street that housed a small social club on the ground floor. The club was dark and smoky, had a TV up in one corner of the room, a pool table across the room. Old wooden tables & chairs were scattered around the room, where a few people were playing cards, talking or drinking and listening to the music from the jukebox. The three men walked in and saw a tall, thin, dark-skinned man leaning against the wall, talking with two ladies. He had a grill in gold across his front teeth.

“That’s him,” Blu said to Big Dawg and Jonas in a low whisper. They slowly walked in and approached him.

Iceman looked up and saw the men approaching him. His eyes grew big with recognition when he saw Blu. He knew what they were coming for, and he had no place to run.

“What’s up, Blu?” Iceman said, trying not to appear nervous. He nodded at the other two.

“We gotta talk,” said Blu. “Come with us.”

“Well, as you can see, I was just speaking with these ladies,” Iceman pointed to the two women, who were obviously prostitutes.

“Your conversation just ended,” said Blu to Iceman. He turned to the ladies. “We have some important business with this gentleman. Will you excuse us?”

“OK, big man,” said one of the women while rubbing on Blu’s shoulder, admiring his physique. “See ya, Ice,” the woman said to Iceman and both women walked away while looking back, obviously admiring the three men.

“Let’s go,” said Blu to Iceman as the women walked away.

Iceman knew his time was up. Blu walked toward the door of the club, followed by Iceman. Big Dawg walked directly behind Iceman and Jonas followed behind. He could feel something wasn’t quite right. What the hell is going on? Jonas wondered.

They took Iceman to an abandoned building a few doors away, and walked into an empty room. There were used crack vials all over the floor.

“Pop’s been waiting for his money an awfully long time,” Blu stated. “It’s time to pay up.”

“Man, you know my business went down,” Iceman stated. “I’m trying to get it started back up so I can give the money back…”

“Well now, you know that doesn’t sit very well with Pop. Been trying to contact you for almost a year, but you skipped out. We just happened to find you, so if you can’t pay one way… you will damn sure pay another. Right here, right now,” stated Blu, then he pulled out his chrome .44 and pointed it directly at Iceman’s head.

OH SHIT! Jonas exclaimed to himself, as fear welled up inside him. What the fuck are they trying to mix me up in?!

“Please man, please! Give me some more time, please,” pleaded Iceman for his life. “I’ll get Poppy his money back – I SWEAR I WILL!”

“You had a year, BITCH. Time’s up,” said Blu again, still holding the gun to Iceman’s temple. Big Dawg also had his gun trained on him. Then he turned to Big Dawg and said, “Yo, give Jonas your gun.”

Big Dawg walked over to Jonas and placed the gun in Jonas' hand, pointed directly at Iceman.

What the fuck is THIS? Jonas wondered to himself, staring at the gun.

“OK Jonas, time to prove yourself. Go ahead and drop this dude… or else I’m gonna drop YOU!” said Blu.

Jonas stood there with the gun in his hand, looking into the pleading eyes of a man he doesn’t know or have anything against. He has to kill this man… or be killed himself.

What the fuck do I do now? "

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