The Connection
by T.S. Mcclain
In "The Connection," Loco loses it all when a Corrupt Bridgeport detective forces him to exile, byway of threatening to savagely murder his high school sweetheart Jane and Margaret, a Dominican Miami beauty he'd had a one night stand with, both pregnant with his future legacy.
Growing up without their father, never knowing one another exist, Rah-meer, the leader of his own murderous ski-mask stick up squad known to all who was getting money as The Get Down or Lay Down Boys and Fernando, a Florida UnderBoss pushing major weight in every city across the country turns rival enemies leaving a trail of dead bodies up and down Interstate-95, when a revenge war erupts on the Connecticut streets.
Twenty four years living an untraceable off the grid life gets dragged back to finally make dirty Detective Banks pay for the devastation he has caused his family, by the kidnapping of the love of his life, Amanda, his daughter. Tricking Detective Banks making him believe he did just as he ordered if he wanted to get Amanda back alive, killed his two sons, Rah-meer and Fernando, Loco creates the connection he so longed for with both his boys, getting Amanda back safe while ending Detective Banks devilish reign over his family.
To the Readers
When deciding to make writing Urban Fiction my business I had to ask myself, do I really want to touch being known as the brother whose always promoting black love, betterment for the under privilege youth and all that intels freeing my people from their invisible shackles, who is putting material out glorifying drug dealing, disrespecting girls and women, promoting murder against anyone, but more importantly, black on black crime. All this was something I was forced to sleep on until woken by a dream like sounding voice which spoke softly telling me, “The Message will always be in your stories.” I then made up my mind to share my real.
By no means do I intentionally write to be a weight around my people's black, brown or white necks. I'm always the most respectful to girls and women's feelings, for I am a father to three beautiful flowers (women), I have a granddaughter, my deceased mother was my heart and so are my sisters.
I write fiction for obvious reasons, yet the truth sits amongst each line. When I call a woman a bitch, hoe, jump-off, money hungry, bag chaser, write about how one fucks and sucks on nigga then his boy, it's done because it is what really happens, not because it's easy to disrespect a woman. I want you to bring the rawness of every story I produce. The game straight to your door. Where I am from, the East Side of Bridgeport Connecticut (F.P.V.) and where I've been, only resembles what I put down on paper and create as a novel.
I love women. They are the most beautiful creatures Allah (God) has placed on this earth, if you ask me. I'm not down with just killing because you can, especially not when it is over a chain, some coke, a dirty look, pussy, etc . . .
The topics I pen about best believe I hate with a passion, have no love for it at all. What I have love for is the history. I am a true believer history should never be ignored or erased, being when it is it'll easily be repeated. So to all the more worth it queens that's checking my shit out, I want everyone of you to know I believe in each one of you superwomen.
I hope when you read my works, either 'The Connection' and other coming up next projects, Titles: 'A Black Girl's Worth,'' 'A Black Girl's Worth Boss Lady's Revenge' and 'Bullets, Blood and Graves' you'll know where I create from.
They are only stories . . .
Change only come when somebody
Offends us . . .
Enjoy the stories . . .
My LoGo 27-306 Productions
About the author
I was born and raised in Bridgeport, Connecticut and grew up in Father Panic Village Building 27 Apartment number 306. I have been a writer most of my life, starting in third grade at Watersville Elementary School, the place where young gladiators played more than they studied, when my teacher, Mrs. Shaw (thank you) made sure to sign me up every month to take part in the Burger King book report writing contests the school had offered. Quietly, I then grew a love for words and the way a story could be told by using them.
Every month, I would be the undisputed writing champ, and that meant free coupons to be used at Burger King. I would get free Whoppers, fries and milkshakes to bring home and help my mother feed myself, her, my sister and two brothers.
My spelling was never perfect, but storytelling, at the age of eight and nine years old I could write all I'd seen and learned playing amongst the forty seven buildings of hell, better known today as a “Gangster's Paradise.” Today, at forty three years I still enjoy that feeling for writing. I write because it's therapeutic to my mental health, for only Allah (God) knows the hidden uglies in my head.
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