Queens Quarters (eBook)
144 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3178-1205-8 (ISBN)
Billy Lowe was born and raised in Dallas, Texas, where he grew up in a single-parent household, surrounded by a family rich in faith. His mother, a strong and resilient woman (may she rest in peace), raised Billy and his two brothers with unwavering love and guidance, instilling in them values of perseverance, faith, and hope. Though his upbringing was deeply rooted in faith, Billy faced his own struggles along the way, making several decisions in his youth that led him down a difficult and dark path. The series of bad choices shattered Billy's early life, sending him through a tunnel of darkness that he would struggle to navigate throughout much of his young adulthood. At times, life felt impossibly lonely, but even in those moments, Billy found a way to survive through the power of his imagination. When reality became too overwhelming, he would lose himself in the vivid worlds he created in his mind, where anything was possible. His imagination became his greatest escape, and it was there, in those imagined scenarios, that the seeds of his storytelling began to grow. Today, having survived and thrived through the challenges of his past, Billy's imagination remains as bright and vibrant as ever. As an author, he brings those same rich, creative worlds to life on the page. His books are a reflection of the tool he used to overcome the hardships of his life-stories and scenarios born from his own experiences, unlike anything ever told. Billy's work is fueled by his determination to tell unique stories, presenting narratives that stretch the boundaries of traditional storytelling and offer something truly original. His content aims to set a new standard in literature. Beyond writing, Billy is a successful business owner, understanding firsthand the concept of challenges and the perseverance required to overcome them. Just as he faced obstacles in his personal life, Billy faced hurdles in business, learning along the way that success comes from resilience and the ability to adapt. His writing, much like his business, reflects this understanding of life's difficulties and the determination it takes to overcome them. Billy's stories aren't just entertainment-they're a window into a mindset shaped by life's trials, where imagination becomes a tool for survival, growth, and transformation. Through his books, Billy hopes to inspire others to embrace their challenges, tap into their own creativity, and find the strength to move forward, no matter how difficult the road may seem. His work is a testament to the power of storytelling, not just as a form of escape, but as a means of healing and hope.
Keisha Scott was raised on cash, chaos, and control. Daughter of one of the most feared and respected couples to ever run the streets, she grew up surrounded by luxury and violence. The rules were different in her world. Respect was earned in blood. Silence was survival. And trust? That was a weakness you couldn't afford. But after everything she knew was ripped away, Keisha faced the harshest lesson of all: when the empire falls, you either get buried with it or rise on your own. Now free from her past but far from clean, Keisha is determined to reinvent herself. She's got money, ambition, and a vision to build something legit in a world that only taught her how to hustle dirty. But stepping out of the shadows means more than flipping a business it means battling old enemies, dodging new ones, and deciding who she really is when the crown isn't passed down... it's taken. Queen's Quarters is more than a beauty salon. It's a war zone in lashes and lipstick. A statement. A second chance. And Keisha? She's not here to play nice she's here to rule. This gripping urban tale explores power, transformation, and the price of redemption through the eyes of a woman who refuses to be defined by her past. Raw, fierce, and unapologetically real, Queen's Quarters is for anyone who knows the streets don't forget but queens don't fold.
Chapter 6
Concrete jungle
Ten months had passed since Keisha’s arrest, and her sentencing day had finally arrived. In that time, Glitch and Po-Boy had done everything they could to support her, hiring top-notch attorneys, filing appeals, and pushing for bond, but nothing worked. The court saw her as a flight risk, and her evading arrest charge had sealed the deal. The body cam and dashcam footage had made it impossible to argue her case.
Now, Glitch stood in front of his closet, methodically pulling out a dark suit, Po-Boy doing the same beside him. They dressed in silence, both mentally preparing for what was to come.
“You ready, bro?” Po-Boy asked, adjusting his tie.
Glitch gave a grim nod. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
They left the house, two more crew members joining them as they drove to the courthouse. When they arrived, they filed into the courtroom, taking seats silently among the other spectators.
Finally, the door at the back of the room opened, and Keisha was escorted in, shackles on her wrists and ankles. Glitch’s heart sank as he looked at her. She had healed from the wreck, and her hair was neatly braided, but the exhaustion in her eyes was clear. She scanned the room, her gaze landing on Glitch. He gave her a small nod, and she returned it with a faint, sad smile.
The proceedings began, the judge reading off each charge. Keisha’s expression remained stoic as the list went on. Glitch clenched his fists, barely able to contain his frustration. He felt helpless, like he’d paid the lawyers just to send his sister to prison.
Finally, the judge delivered the sentence: ten years, with eligibility for parole after three on good behavior, part of a plea agreement her lawyers had arranged with the DA.
Keisha turned to the judge, calm but firm. “May I hug my brother, Your Honor?”
The judge looked at her, then glanced at Glitch before nodding. “Make it quick.”
Glitch stood, crossing the courtroom to her. The moment she was within reach, he pulled her into a tight hug. “Keisha…” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Keisha pressed her face against his shoulder, speaking softly into his ear. “I can’t ask you to stay out of trouble, but I can ask you to stay alive. Do that one thing for me, please.”
Glitch swallowed hard, nodding. “I’ll be here when you get out, I promise. I love you, sis.”
“I love you too, Glen,” she replied, pulling back to look him in the eyes. She gave him a small, bittersweet smile before the guards led her away.
As she disappeared through the door, one of her lawyers placed a hand on Glitch’s shoulder. “We did everything we could—”
Glitch shook his hand off, his voice a low growl. “I feel like I just paid you to send her to prison.”
Po-Boy stepped forward, gently tugging Glitch’s arm. “Come on, man. Let’s get out of here.”
They left the courtroom, the weight of the day pressing down on them both. But as they stepped out into the fresh air, Glitch’s expression hardened. He had a city to claim and an enemy to bury.
Back in her cell, Keisha felt the crushing weight of her new reality. The walls seemed to close in on her, each clang of the prison doors reminding her of the life she’d left behind. She thought about her family, about the good times that now felt so far away. The memories of her parents filled her with sadness, but thinking about their deaths ignited a fire of anger within her.
The prison routine was unforgiving, but Keisha adapted quickly. She worked in the kitchen, exercised in the yard, and kept to herself as much as possible. But in a place like this, solitude was rare.
One afternoon, Keisha sat on a bench in the rec yard, watching the other inmates. An older woman with graying hair and hard eyes sat down beside her, squinting at her.
“You’re Ant’s little girl, aren’t you?” the woman asked, her voice gravelly.
Keisha stiffened, looking her over. “Why you wanna know?”
The woman raised her hands in a mock surrender. “Calm down, little sister. Just makin’ small talk.”
Keisha narrowed her eyes. “Nah, you sizing me up.”
The woman blinked in surprise as Keisha stood, her fists clenched. Not wanting to push her luck, the woman backed off, muttering under her breath as she walked away. Keisha sat back down, her gaze drifting across the yard. In here, showing even a hint of weakness was a death sentence.
Later that day, it was time for mail call. Keisha listened as the guard rattled off names, barely paying attention—until she heard her own. The guard handed her a slip: “Glen Scott has made another deposit to your inmate account. Funds will be available in three days.”
Keisha sighed, folding the paper. “I wish he’d just write me a letter instead,” she murmured. She appreciated the money, but more than anything, she wanted to hear from her brother in his own words. “You good key? Over here staring at the wall.” shannon said. “Yea girl, i’m cool. Hey look, you feel like re-braiding my hair tonight.” Keisha asked. “I got you key.” Shannon was one of the girls who was transferred to prison on the same day as Keisha. They were handcuffed together on the bus. Both of them were the same age. Shannon was sentenced to 15 years for shooting her boyfriend. Shannon had a mean streak, but despite her mean streak she took a liking to Keisha. Later that night in Shannon’s cell Keisha sat at the desk while Shannon was taking down Keisha’s hair “So key whats’ the game plan when you get out? Shannon said trying to create some conversation. “I don’t know Shannon, there’s so many things I want to do but I don’t know much about the few ideas that I have.” Keisha explained. “I know what you mean girl. I be laying in my bed coming up with all type of shit. I’m leaning more towards Hair. Open up a Beauty shop, or a nail parlor. Hell, maybe both!” Shannon replied. “You are good with them braids girl.” Keisha said smiling in the mirror on the desk. ““I swear, Keisha, when I get out, I’m opening a beauty shop,” Shannon said, her hands quickly weaving intricate braids. Before I caught this case I know I dropped at least $10,000 on my hair 1 year! Think about that. Imagine what I could make in ten, or twenty years if I had a packed shop six days a week. We’re talking ‘Doe-boy’ money, girl!.” Shannon claimed. “Hmmm, a beauty shop” Keisha thought to herself.
As the months passed, Glitch visited her regularly, each visit a bittersweet reminder of the life she’d left behind. She found herself torn between bitterness at her situation and gratitude for his support. He was keeping their family’s name alive, even if it meant doing things she’d hoped to escape.
Then, nearly a year into her sentence, Glitch received the news he’d been waiting for: PayDay had taken the bait.
For months, Glitch had been working to lure PayDay out, setting up a fake meet with a supposed top human smuggler from out of state—one of Anthony’s old allies. PayDay, always eager to expand his empire, took the bait.
The sit-down was scheduled for a vacant warehouse in PayDay’s territory. Glitch and his men arrived early, positioning themselves in the shadows. When PayDay and his crew arrived, they entered the warehouse, unaware of the trap that awaited them.
The man pretending to be the smuggler went through the motions, pitching his deal. As he and PayDay shook hands, all the lights in the warehouse flickered on, revealing Glitch’s men surrounding the area, weapons aimed at PayDay’s crew.
In the distance, Glitch appeared, his expression cold and unyielding. “I got enough iron on you to cut you all in half nigga,” he announced, his voice echoing through the warehouse. “So if anyone moves, consider it over.”
PayDay’s face twisted in fury as he realized he’d been set up. “A motherfuckin’ setup,” he muttered, his voice laced with venom.
Glitch smirked, signaling to his men. They moved in, disarming PayDay’s crew and binding them with ropes, locking them in an old commercial refrigerator. Glitch stepped forward, slipping on a pair of brass knuckles with razor-sharp edges.
Without a word, he struck PayDay, the knuckles tearing into his flesh. PayDay fell to the ground, groaning, but Glitch didn’t stop. He landed blow after blow, each strike fueled by months of pent-up rage. Blood spattered across the floor, covering PayDay’s face, some of his teeth were laying on the ground.
One of Glitch’s men handed him a gallon of rubbing alcohol, and Glitch poured it over PayDay’s face. PayDay screamed, writhing in agony as the alcohol burned his wounds.
“Think that’s enough?” Po-Boy asked, watching from the sidelines.
Glitch shook his head, grabbing a metal bat. He swung it down, breaking PayDay’s arm. When PayDay rolled to his side, Glitch struck again, shattering his other arm. Then he aimed for the legs, smashing both kneecaps with brutal precision.
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| Erscheint lt. Verlag | 8.8.2025 |
|---|---|
| Sprache | englisch |
| Themenwelt | Kinder- / Jugendbuch |
| ISBN-13 | 979-8-3178-1205-8 / 9798317812058 |
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