Gods & Gangsters. Solomon
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Kingston Imperial
Gods & Gangsters Copyright © 2020 by Kingston Imperial 2, LLC
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Prologue
Detective O’Brien had a punch me face, but Spagoli’s was pure shoot me.
He wasn’t in a position to do shit, chained to the table in the interrogation room. He had just enough chain to get a cigarette from the packet in front of him and light it. So he just told them like it was. “It’s a war outside,” he said as he inhaled his cigarette, exhaled, then added, “No one is safe.”
Spagoli and O’Brien looked at one another, then looked back. “Not even you.” Spagoli said with a sneer like a razor slash across his face. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of cold hard fact.
He chuckled but not because he was happy. “Especially me. If niggas knew what I was doing right now,” he began to say, before his voice trailed off in shame and regret.
O’Brien was all triumph and victory. Like a hunter who has finally bagged his prize prey. “Yeah, look at you now. Big gangsta nothing! How’s it feel to be a rat?” O’Brien knew exactly where in the heart to stab him.
His blood boiled and his hands made fists. There had been a time when his name would’ve never been mentioned in the same sentence with the word rat, and cop or no cop, he would’ve murdered anyone who