The Enclave of Jyme (G Street Chronicles Presents) by Phoenix Rayne

Author:Phoenix Rayne [Rayne, Phoenix]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Contemporary Fiction, motivation, love, urban fiction, essence, urban lit, Romance, lies, scandal, david weaver, stripper, Urban, kwan, tv, movie, bookclub, gstreet, eric jerome dickey, urban books, fast paced, music, connie briscoe, series, Erotica, womens fiction, Thriller, Women's Fiction, Mystery, kimberla lawson roby, relationship, true glory, drugs, short story, reshonda tate billingsley, wahida clark, United States, porn star, ericjdickey, deceit, African American, michaelbaisden, street lit, gstreetessence, domestic abuse, victoria christopher murray, maintenance man, Paranormal, Sex, drama, zane, Suspense, action, goodreads, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00TJ65LXC
Publisher: G Street Chronicles
Published: 2015-02-11T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

I climbed over the big rock at the end of the road, the rain still pouring down, and I saw what was making the grinding noise: a dark blue sports car spinning in the mud. Who the fuck was this, and why in the hell were they grinding in the mud like that? They stopped spinning, and everything fell silent. The rain stopped almost instantly, and the car wasn’t moving anymore. I couldn’t tell if the driver was male or female. I stood up and walked over to the car. I wasn’t ready to go back to the house yet. Everyone was busting my balls for stupid reasons. They wouldn’t ever understand if I actually told them what I’ve been doing with my spare time. They would call me a sellout and tell me I was trying to be uppity. I didn’t want to hear that shit from them. I looked down at my caked, dirty fingernails and laughed out loud. If Zedd could see me now.

I slowly walked over to the car, still trying to figure out if the car was local or not. It was freezing out and my fingers were getting numb. I rubbed my hands together and balled my hands into fists to keep them from freezing. When I got to the back of the car, I noticed the tags had one of those rental stickers on them. Sheen had just told me that the council was complaining about all of these tourists coming to the Res looking for fucking vampires and werewolves. How stupid can people be? If vampires and werewolves existed, I sure as hell wouldn’t go looking for them. And it was almost dark, why was this person looking for what goes bump in the night in a sports car?

I turned on the edge of the car and walked up to the driver’s side window and tapped on it. The person inside jumped and just stared out the front window. I looked in the same direction they were looking and saw nothing. But they looked as though they saw something there. I tapped on the window again, but the driver still didn’t turn or budge at all. I saw that the driver unhooked their seatbelt and then dug into a bag for something. I prepared myself for whatever was coming. This fucker wasn’t a local, and they didn’t fucking know me. This is my fucking turf and my community, and some crazy fucker was here trying to start some shit. I was ready to beat the living shit out of whoever this asshole was.

I beat on the window this time; this asshole needed to hurry the fuck up. It was cold as hell, and I was hungry. This fight was happening; one way or another. The driver pulled out a cell phone and then put it back down.

“Get the hell away from me, psycho,” a woman’s voice shouted. I stopped for second as I realized the driver was a woman. I chuckled a little under my breath and relaxed a bit.

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