{"product_id":"2940148856702","title":"Under Lock and Key, Honor and Obey","description":"SMALL BLURB:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“HONOR AND OBEY: MY ONLY RULE!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA 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. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFULL BOOK DESCRIPTION:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“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. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhile 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. \u003cbr\u003eWill 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?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e~HONOR AND OBEY~\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was a quiz each night,\u003cbr\u003eA physical test of loyalty, \u003cbr\u003eTake this money and deliver it… 45 minutes \u003cbr\u003eI counted each dreadful second from damn near Pasadena to Inglewood. \u003cbr\u003eGun exercise, empty the clip and reload… 30 seconds. \u003cbr\u003eI got used to sleeping with a nice nickel plate 9mm with a beautiful ivory bone handle…safety off…\u003cbr\u003eBUT, content with death\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI can still feel the snap of my arm being jerked outward in my attempt to flee his wrath;\u003cbr\u003eI raised my right arm to shield myself from the blow; \u003cbr\u003eCatching my arm in midair he assured me that everything was ok; \u003cbr\u003eHe was not angry;\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eI came from under a my ball of defense and relaxed my strained muscles only to catch the full blow of his furry; \u003cbr\u003eMy head jerked back and hit the stone fireplace;\u003cbr\u003eThe shock of the beating numbed the pain; \u003cbr\u003eIt wasn't until he said he was sorry that my bones began to ache; \u003cbr\u003eDuring the hours we had company in my dorm apartment he would make a point to show how obedient I was; \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe fed upon his desire to create fear in the hearts of his followers; \u003cbr\u003eHe was short in stature but, he was grizzly;\u003cbr\u003eDays drifted into weeks;\u003cbr\u003eHe worked the dark streets of Los Angeles; \u003cbr\u003eHe smelt of trash, when he returned, still he held a hubris fortitude; \u003cbr\u003eHappy to see that he had retained ownership, of my person and loyalty’s, \u003cbr\u003eHe would dare others to look at me;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf he caught site of such betrayal and possible lust after what he proclaimed to own; \u003cbr\u003eHe would beat the man senseless then pull a knife to my throat;\u003cbr\u003eThe same question was always asked;\u003cbr\u003e“Do you think I should kill him?” \u003cbr\u003eI would suggest that he be exiled from the group, a small act of courage to protect him from this demons wrath;\u003cbr\u003eGod knows my time was near; \u003cbr\u003eI too, had plans of making an escape;\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eHe didn't take so kindly of my suggestion; \u003cbr\u003eHe figured I was looking to save my undercover lover; \u003cbr\u003eHe gave him a small window to either jump from or be thrown out of; \u003cbr\u003eHe jumped; \u003cbr\u003eThe second floor was high enough to break a few bones if willfully fleeting, \u003cbr\u003eHowever to be thrown could end a life intentionally;\u003cbr\u003eTo jump was best; \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUnfortunately, my hour of terror had just begun; \u003cbr\u003eHe continued his speech to his fellow constituents that cringed with fear but dare not shut their eyes to visual presentations;\u003cbr\u003eAs their eyes watered afraid to blink the tears threatened to cause attention to possible weakness; \u003cbr\u003eHe trailed the knife from under my eye down the outline of my face; \u003cbr\u003eThe men took the chance to wipe their mugs and adjust their game countenance; \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI was stiff as a board and late answering his repeated question. \"Are you afraid of me?\"\u003cbr\u003e“No!” \u003cbr\u003eThe answer he so loved to hear; \u003cbr\u003eIf I were scared I wouldn't give him the satisfaction in knowing; \u003cbr\u003eI fought back tears as he forced the point of the knife into my cheek; \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e","brand":"AMB PUBLISHING","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47075396518128,"sku":"2940148856702","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940148856702_p0.jpg?v=1763708969","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940148856702","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}