... DWAYNE.... 📝

Chapter 1

Volume 1

Mark Johnson, pulled his SUV to a stop at a corner as not to draw attention to himself. That's the problem with being a part of the Johnsons family... Many people want you dead... He took of his shades and put them on before stepping out of his car. And walking in to the busy street of Quinns.. He saw thugs. Taking a wrap if smoke while playing chess... He quickly took a walk pass them before anyone could notice him.

He hurried down the streets and turned left into the neighborhood where crimes gets worse..

Ladies with nose rings and strippers gathered at a corner with hit songs and guys smoking weed...

Looks like some one is having a stripper party... He thought... As he walked past them, unfortunately for him, one of the stripper took notice of him, licked her lips.. And shouted "Hey handsome! "

Oh shit.

He didn't want those bad guys taking notice if him, so He began to walk faster and he waved the stripper the ''I'm not interested"sign.

Mark Johnson the youngest son of the Johnsons brothers...

The only one with the smart brains and girlish attitude. The one who decided for college instead of drug dealings the rest of his siblings were into.

Mark believed they were greater things ahead than drug money, fame, and killings. He had always hated his father's drug organization. But didn't have the balls to face him.

His father had once handed him a gun, but he rejected saying he wanted to study law..

He vividly remembered the mocking tone his father used that day...

"Oh you stupid kid, ya ain't gonna survive in that damn school, the whites up there are gonna eat ya ass up.! Those white fellas aint know how to treat a black right. Those scumbags! " his father would rant .

Still mark insisted and went to the only person strong enough to challenge his father.

Dwayne.