Marriage Mayhem by Samuel L. Hair Read Free Book Online

to keep him calm. Bertha and a couple of his homeboys had told her that he was trigger-happy and lord knows that she didn’t need any demonstrations at the moment.
    Feeling he had somewhat gotten his way, Tyrone followed her instructions. She then quickly phoned Jermaine and lied to him, telling him that she was going to spend a couple of days with her sick Uncle Simon.

Chapter 3
    During the ride to Los Angeles, Tyrone and Karen rode in complete silence while he wore a mean look and entertained malicious thoughts. Before Karen could get the kids out of the car, Tyrone had already stormed out of the car and into the house. Once inside, he made a quick phone call, then told his mother he had a run to make and would return shortly. He had totally ignored Karen without saying a single word to her.
    Before going to prison, Tyrone had been involved in a home invasion, a carjacking, and several drive-by shootings. Crime had been a way of life for him since the age of eight, but due to three of his homeboys recently killed by rival gangs, Tyrone decided to lay low for a while until things cooled down. Once Karen had come into his life, he figured that if she and her kids were a part of his life that would somewhat motivate him to live right, do the right things, and put crime behind him. But now, unfortunately, someone was standing in the way of his plans. That someone was Karen’s husband-to-be.
    After leaving his mother’s he went to meet with three of his homeboys and angrily ran down the scenario to them about what was happening and what he planned to do about it. Without any questions asked, they headed for Lancaster in a stolen car. Whenever one of the homeys needed help of some sort, whether he was in the wrong or right, the homeys had his back without question. That was how they did it in the hood.
    They posted in front of Denise and Maurices’s apartment, waiting impatiently for a male to approach the door. Tyrone didn’t know what Jermaine looked like, but his plan was to approach, take action, and state his case afterward. His homeboys were down with him simply because he had assisted them on many criminal activities.
    Maurice exited his Toyota and walked toward his apartment.
    â€œThere he is, let’s get that fool!” instructed Tyrone, ready for action.
    The thugs hurriedly stormed out of the car and rushed up to Maurice before he reached the stairwell that led to his apartment.
    â€œWhat’s up, fool?” Tyrone yelled, aiming his nine-millimeter at Maurice’s head.
    His homeboys quickly surrounded Maurice, and then suddenly, one of them hit Maurice in the head with the barrel of a gun.
    â€œYeah, nigga, you been fuckin’ around with my girl! Nobody fucks with Killa T’s girl, cuz. This is Front Hood Crip, nigga, and you in straight violation, cuz!” Tyrone shouted, still aiming at Maurice’s head.
    â€œWhat the fuck you talkin’ about, man?” yelled Maurice in his Jamaican accent.
    Maurice was totally dumbfounded to the thug’s accusations. Maurice then said something accented that none of the thugs understood, but before he could finish Tyrone shot him twice in the chest, and then took off running to the car. A few neighbors heard the gunshots and responded by coming outside, but by then Tyrone and his crew had fled without being seen. Julio, a neighbor who lived downstairs, dialed 911 on his cell phone. Several neighbors stood over Maurice’s motionless body as he lay unconscious in a pool of blood.
    Denise was asleep when Charlene, another neighbor, stood pounding nonstop on her front door. Finally, she awoke and went to the door, albeit half asleep.
    â€œWhat is it, Charlene? What’s so important that—”
    â€œSomebody just shot Maurice! He’s lying on the ground bleeding like crazy,” yelled Charlene, while crying hysterically.
    â€œWhat!” Denise could not believe what she was hearing.
    â€œSomeone shot