Under Lock and Key, Honor and Obey

SMALL BLURB:

“HONOR AND OBEY: MY ONLY RULE!”

A hierarchy of lies and deception: The true story of a woman bound to a man whose lust for power and greed turns deadly. A new age Romeo and Juliet, that crosses lines of loyalty and deception within Family, a Bonnie and Clyde true crime account based in the gangland streets of Los Angeles.

FULL BOOK DESCRIPTION:

“A kingdom will fall and rise with its successor. This family is a vessel strengthened by loyalty, a bond that can’t be broken by lust and greed. We all work. We all eat. I welcome you to this vessel, FOR LIFE!” Lock commanded.

While the appointed right hand man has fallen for the Queen-HBIC, and wears the colors of another land-hood, the left is jealous and makes a move for the thrown. Twelve Disciples… a King guarded by fear… and a woman looking to save him from total damnation despite her hearts content.
Will Lock’s reign end by the hands of his own men, or will they fight and die by his side? Will the promise of riches lead men to question the Kings laws? Who would you trust? Who would you fear the most? Looking down the barrel of a gun at the woman you have sworn to protect is crying blood at its other end. Has she too, had enough?

~HONOR AND OBEY~

There was a quiz each night,
A physical test of loyalty,
Take this money and deliver it… 45 minutes
I counted each dreadful second from damn near Pasadena to Inglewood.
Gun exercise, empty the clip and reload… 30 seconds.
I got used to sleeping with a nice nickel plate 9mm with a beautiful ivory bone handle…safety off…
BUT, content with death


I can still feel the snap of my arm being jerked outward in my attempt to flee his wrath;
I raised my right arm to shield myself from the blow;
Catching my arm in midair he assured me that everything was ok;
He was not angry;

I came from under a my ball of defense and relaxed my strained muscles only to catch the full blow of his furry;
My head jerked back and hit the stone fireplace;
The shock of the beating numbed the pain;
It wasn't until he said he was sorry that my bones began to ache;
During the hours we had company in my dorm apartment he would make a point to show how obedient I was;

He fed upon his desire to create fear in the hearts of his followers;
He was short in stature but, he was grizzly;
Days drifted into weeks;
He worked the dark streets of Los Angeles;
He smelt of trash, when he returned, still he held a hubris fortitude;
Happy to see that he had retained ownership, of my person and loyalty’s,
He would dare others to look at me;

If he caught site of such betrayal and possible lust after what he proclaimed to own;
He would beat the man senseless then pull a knife to my throat;
The same question was always asked;
“Do you think I should kill him?”
I would suggest that he be exiled from the group, a small act of courage to protect him from this demons wrath;
God knows my time was near;
I too, had plans of making an escape;

He didn't take so kindly of my suggestion;
He figured I was looking to save my undercover lover;
He gave him a small window to either jump from or be thrown out of;
He jumped;
The second floor was high enough to break a few bones if willfully fleeting,
However to be thrown could end a life intentionally;
To jump was best;

Unfortunately, my hour of terror had just begun;
He continued his speech to his fellow constituents that cringed with fear but dare not shut their eyes to visual presentations;
As their eyes watered afraid to blink the tears threatened to cause attention to possible weakness;
He trailed the knife from under my eye down the outline of my face;
The men took the chance to wipe their mugs and adjust their game countenance;

I was stiff as a board and late answering his repeated question. "Are you afraid of me?"
“No!”
The answer he so loved to hear;
If I were scared I wouldn't give him the satisfaction in knowing;
I fought back tears as he forced the point of the knife into my cheek;