Chasing Bliss (40 page)
Authors: Sabrina A. Eubanks
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How could your best friend turn out to be your worst enemy? Fame and Low Lo had been
partners in crime and close friends for years. Being grimy, pulling stick-ups, and trying to evade
the law was normal for them, and the main component of their long friendship. Low Lo is mean,
greasy and out of control—willing to put an exclamation point on a robbery with a body count.
Fame puts up with Low Lo’s antics and his ego as long as the money is right, while he keeps a
scandalous eye on Low Lo’s sexy and long suffering girlfriend, Charmaine.
But what happens when stick-ups are not enough? Low Lo takes it upon himself to make a
life-changing decision for the two of them. Fame, against his will, is pulled into a world he has
no desire to live in. All hell breaks loose when Low Lo’s pride gets them into major beef with a
notorious drug family and they barely escape with their lives. Fame and Low Lo’s partnership,
as well as Low Lo’s relationship with Charmaine, are torn apart in the aftermath as their new
profession changes all the rules they live by. Who will remain loyal to who? Will greed win over
friendship, or will revenge destroy them all?
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George Sherman Hudson’s latest novel
City Lights
Lies, deceit and murder ran rampant throughout the city of Atlanta. Real and his lady, Constance,
were living in the lap of luxury, with fancy cars, expensive clothes and a million dollar home until
someone close to them alerted the feds to their illegal activity.
At the blink of an eye their perfect life was turned upside down. Just as Real was sorting things
out on the home front, the head of Miami’s most powerful Cartel gave him an ultimatum that would
eventually force him back into the life he had swore off forever. Knowing this lifestyle would surely
put Constance in danger, he made plans to send her away until the score was settled but things
spiraled out of control. Now Real and Constance are in a fight for survival where friends become
enemies and murder is essential. Atlanta’s underworld to Miami’s most affluent community—no
stone was left unturned as Real fought to keep Constance safe while attempting to regain control
of the lifestyle he once would kill for.
From the city of Atlanta to the cell block of Georgia’s most dangerous prison, life under the City
Lights would never be the same.
Chapter 1
T
he federal agent watched Real get out of his lime green Lamborghini Murcialago LP
460 with his fiancée Constance and head into G-Spot, his high class strip club located
on Peachtree Street in downtown Atlanta. Real had been under federal investigation now for six
months, ever since a federal informant tipped them off about his illegal activities.
Anyone who came into contact with Real would surely put him well beyond his actual age of
only twenty-seven years. He was six feet tall with a medium built muscular frame that the ladies
couldn’t get enough of. His smooth, charcoal black skin, wavy hair, and light brown eyes gave him
an exotic look that would have any woman fawning over him.
Real was a real charmer and a ladies man. He prided himself on his slick tongue and convincing
rhetoric. Some people in the past had mistaken his easygoing manner for weakness, but in the end,
they found out Real was an extremely dangerous individual.
Constance, Real’s baby girl, fiancée, and business partner, was always by his side. Constance
was three years older than Real, the spitting image of Lisa Raye with a little more hips and ass.
Constance grew up in the College Park projects, where she got down with the grimiest of niggas
hustling crack to the project fiends. After a few run-ins with other hustlers, the word spread quickly
that lil’ fine ass Constance would bust her gun at the drop of a dime.
After graduating from Banneker High, Constance tried her hand at real estate. In no time, she
became a highly reputable broker that only dealt in the most high-end homes. Constance became
a millionaire virtually overnight.
Constance and Real had met three years earlier at a mutual friend’s birthday party. They kept
each other company throughout the party. Before leaving the party, they exchanged numbers and
promised to stay in contact. A week later, Constance was selling Real a $4.7 million estate in North
Atlanta—the one in which they now both reside.
Real was a millionaire in his own right, raking in millions in the drug trade, more than he
would ever make going legit. He supplied dealers from every coast. Moving over 100 kilos a week
enabled him to live the lifestyle of some of the world’s biggest sports figures. After continuous
preaching from Constance to put together some kind of legit source of income, he opened up
G-Spot, an upscale strip club that catered to the rich and famous.
Real and Constance were on their way to a Tyler Perry play when Real got a call from Max.
“Say, cuz,” said the manager of G-Spot, “we need your assistance down here. It’s very important,”
Max said firmly.
Max was Real’s older cousin. He was discharged from the military right after the Gulf War. As
soon as Max heard about his lil’ cousin Real starting a strip club, he practically begged him for
the managing position. Constance was totally against it, but Real disregarded Constance’s wishes
and gave his cousin the job anyway. Unfortunately, it took a while for Real to see just how right
Constance was.
“I’m on my way,” Real said, placing his phone back into the car charger.
“On your way? Where you goin’?” Constance snapped.
“Max needs me down at the club. It’s only going to take a second,” Real said, turning the
Lambo around and heading back up to the club.
“Man, come on, now! What the hell you hire this nigga for? To watch pussy! Shit, you might
as well be managing your own shit! Every night, you get a call to go do his fuckin’ job! You need
to hire somebody to handle your business so you’ll have time to spend with your fuckin’ lady!”
Constance barked as they pulled up into the club parking lot.
Real knew when it was good to let Constance have her say, especially when she was right, but
by the same token, Constance also knew when to hold her tongue.
“Come on,” Real told Constance as he opened the door on the Lambo.
Ignoring his command, Constance sat in the car until he walked around, opened up her door, and helped her
out of the car. Walking hand in hand, they entered G-Spot.
Chapter 2
“H
ey, cuz! Two slick-dressed Italian guys demanded to see you. For what, I don’t know,
but they up in VIP with some of their other friends,” Max told Real as he pointed
toward the VIP section of the club.
“Italians?” Real repeated, trying to figure out what the men could possibly want. Real didn’t
know any local Italians.
“Yeah,” Max said, looking in their direction.
“What they want?” Constance asked angrily, furious that her night was put on hold by Max—
again.
While Constance and Real stood in the middle of the club floor, naked girls spoke to Real and
ignored Constance as they walked by. Constance made it known to every girl working that she
wouldn’t hesitate to fuck them up when it came to Real. Some of the girls respected her situation,
but a good majority of them didn’t. Every chance one of them got, they would come on to Real in
some kind of way. After a while, it was known around the club that Real wasn’t going to cheat on
Constance, so they stopped trying—all but Cream, the beautiful half-Black, half-White stallion.
Cream was determined to break Real down and get him into her bed.