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Crazy Summer © 2012 Cole Hart
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Acknowledgements
With no one above him, allow me to thank my father God first and foremost for blessing me with the many talents and gifts and furthermore the ambition to write these novels. Even more, to write them from inside these prison walls where my writing career begin. This is 2012 and it marks my eleventh year as a writer and yet I still feel as if I just started. This goes to show that it don't matter where you are, whatever you put your mind to and you grind hard enough you'll get it. Another reminder to put God first. To my wife, that sho' nuff special person in my life, Lopedia Hardwick , I can't thank you enough. Husband and wife, best friends and soulmates. And beyond that, business partners. Okay you own Write-A-Lot Publishing and I work for you. However, we both know that hard work pays off. To my kids. Tiara, Kyhana, Shalia, Ashley and Phillip. I was gonna leave you out on this Faith but I know you would've took it to the grave. LOL, you know how we roll. To my sister Janet Dority, I'm giving you this special shout out because I haven't wrote you back. Don't think I don't love you though. The long way. To my family members in Augusta, West Palm, and Atlanta. You're all blessed.
To my editor, Carla Dean, thanks for the work on this one. To my cover designer Davida Baldwin, thank you. Stephanie Williamson at Just Us Bookclub. To George and Shawna at Gstreet Chronicles, I wanna thank the both of you also for the boost. To my fans and readers, thanks for your support because you do know the struggle as well. For Augusta, my stomping grounds and those that don't know me. I'm from the Cutt, directly across the street from Josey High School, the best high school. Some people knew me as J-Rocc and some knew me as Jay. Now I'm a man on a mission and who’s striving to achieve greatness. Stay blessed.
I certainly think that it is better to be impetuous than cautious, for fortune is a woman, and it is necessary, if you wish to master her, to conquer her by force; and it can be seen that she lets herself be overcome by the bold rather than by those who proceed coldly. And therefore, like a woman, she is always a friend to the young, because they are less cautious, fiercer, and master her with great audacity.
~Niccolo Machiavelli, 1469-1527
CrazySummer
By
Cole Hart
Table of Contents
Synopsis
BOOK 1
BACK IN THE DAY
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
BOOK 2
When My Brotha
Comes Home
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
BOOK 3
All My Children
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
BOOK 4
Stacks on Deck
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
BOOK 5
2 Years Later
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
BOOK 6
New York, New York
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Epilogue
Synopsis
Summer begins her journey in the streets at the tinder age of fourteen. Growing up in a notorious South Augusta neighborhood called Barton Village, infested with goons and heavy weight drug dealers. Summer made it her business to get in where she fitted, using her well-shaped body and looks to get her where she wanted to be. Regardless if it was male or female, Summer was taking all invitations and wasn't turning nothing down but her collar.
Highly motivated by the streets and the material life that came with it, Summer becomes a mother of twins at sixteen and a mother of four before she's twenty. Soon tragedy strikes for Summer and she looses her first real love along with her dear brother and furthermore she looses her mind. That's if you let the public tell it.
As she picks up the ball where her brother and baby daddy fumble she begins to evolve into one of the most treacherous women that the city of Augusta would see. After being released from a women federal prison. Summer is back and she feels that the world owes her. With a new mind frame and ambition out the roof, Summer is heartless and ruthless towards any and everyone. The Pawns are set in place but when she make one wrong move all hell breaks loose.
Crazy Summer is a captivating tale that's written from the imagination of Cole Hart with strong dialect and believable characters that'll keep you on your toes from the first page to the last one.
"Cole Hart is a entertaining writer that has a strong confident voice. This is one author that can't be slept on. A-Town Veteran was his breakthrough novel and that was definitely five pens. Crazy Summer will make your mind spin.---Executive Urban Authors.
Cole Hart, a native of Augusta Georgia is an author that's been writing nearly twelve years straight. He's also a journalist and columnists under the name Jarvis Hardwick which he writes articles and booklets for the troubled youths that looks to turn to the streets for support. To learn more about Cole Hart, view his website at WWW.Writealotpublishing. com
BOOK 1
BACK IN THE DAY
Chapter 1
Cigarette butts were snubbed out in a filthy ashtray on the wooden dresser. Holes were knocked in the thin sheetrock walls, and the only sound that could be heard in the small motel room was the humming and ticking of the wall unit air conditioner. Tucked away between a set of dingy sheets and a bedspread, Summer lay comfortably on her right side, using her right hand to prop her head up.
She stared at the guy who was next to her. Her firm breasts were pressed against his should
er, and the warmth that generated between the two of them was electrifying. Summer allowed her fingers to rake through the nappy patches of hair that matted his chest. Her hands were soft and delicate, and her body was sensual. Her eyes were light brown and almond shaped. Attractive wasn’t the correct word for her; she was more than that.
She leaned closer toward the guy. She could feel his heart pounding inside his chest as she slowly worked her hand down toward his stomach. He tensed up a little, but that didn’t stop her. She went further down between his legs. There, she massaged his soft penis as if she had years of experience. Ten minutes of her time was wasted just trying to get him up, until she finally realized there wasn’t any more life there.
He fought hard to control himself. He was tired. Drained, he couldn’t go another round with her if he wanted to. She’s a high-powered sex machine, he thought.
On the television set, an old Sanford and Son episode was on, but the volume was muted. Summer inched to the groove of his neck. She could hear him breathing and began to smell the menthol cigarette smoke on his breath. Even that wasn’t enough to stop her. Her feelings were beginning to get involved. She got closer, her eraser-sized nipples turning hard as her heartbeat sped up. Plain and simple, Summer wanted him inside of her. She was hot and needed to be cooled down. Sex was her top priority right now, and she had the mentality to use her body to get what she wanted. She was young and energetic; her skin was caramel and felt like silk. Her tiny waist enhanced her tight heart-shaped ass.
She fell to her back, slowly opened her legs wide, and began playing with herself. She inserted two fingers, and they were instantly soaked. She pushed them in and out, but then realized he wasn’t paying her any attention. So, she stopped before going too far.
To be seventeen years old, Summer was different from the rest of the girls her age. She was already a mother of a set of two-year-old twin boys. Having children didn’t disturb her. She just hadn’t planned on having two at one time.
The guy that lay next to her was beginning to make her sick. She cut her eyes at his long, lanky frame. He was 6’3” with a dark chocolate complexion. He was handsome in a few women’s eyes, but not Summer’s. Him being nine years older than she was didn’t make matters better.
When Summer tried to kiss him, he brought up his huge hand to her face before her luscious lips could actually touch his. Her lips curled with a frown, and she sucked her teeth with disgust.
“Why you trippin’?” she asked in a soft voice, not wanting to show too much aggression.
He laid his head flat on the pillow and closed his eyes. Then suddenly, he flipped them open. This bitch is getting on my damn nerves, he said to himself before saying out loud to her, “I don’t get down like dat, shawty.”
She frowned. “Oh, so you can fuck me and want me to suck yo’ dick, but now you don’t kiss.”
“I don’t know who else dick you been suckin’.”
She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes just like any other fast-ass girl her age would do. Summer carried a large chip on her shoulder. She just knew everything was supposed to go her way. In her mind, it was her world. She sat up with an attitude.
“You got some mo’ powder?”
Without hesitation, the guy turned over to his right side and grabbed his pants from the floor. A huge brass belt buckle hung from the pants with a nameplate that read Frank, which was his name. He reached inside his front pocket and removed a plastic sandwich bag that contained three grams of powder cocaine. This was Frank’s personal stash.
He quickly untied the knot with his teeth, dipped the nail of his right pinky into it, and took a quick sniff up each nostril. The cocaine stung his nose, and he frowned. His throat became numb in a matter of seconds. Summer watched his every move and noticed his reactions.
“It’s probably too much cut on it,” she snapped sharply.
She sat up in a better position so she could get a good hit. When she reached for the bag, he handed it to her. Summer cut her eyes at Frank before taking her first sniff, as if she really wanted to steal something. Now he was watching her.
She took two quick snoots up each nostril and then frowned as the coke drained into her throat.
“Uggggh!”
She snapped the covers back from her lower body, stood up, and posed in front of the mirror attached to the dresser. The pubic hairs around her vagina were long, bushy, and ran down toward her inner thighs. Her body was perfectly shaped with curvaceous hips that would be nicknamed Gun Holsters.
Frank watched her from the back. She was unique and exotic, and her legs were muscular and bowed out. She was definitely the pick of the litter. Summer loved to dress in tight-fitting clothes because she knew the structure of her body would attract nearly any man she wanted.
In the mirror, she fumbled around with her hair. It was a mess, but that would soon be fixed once she got home. Frank had broken her off with one hundred and fifty dollars, which she called her fucking fee.
She bent over and propped her hands on the dresser top. She spread out like a bloomed flower. Her eyes found his in the mirror.
“You ready to take me home?”
Frank sat up. He couldn’t have had a better view in a triple-X video. He began examining her gorgeous body. She was the type of girl you’d want to take home and make your wife. With those beautiful, innocent eyes, she was just so…
“You heard what I said?”
This time she turned to face him. He snapped out of his trance and caught hold of himself, allowing a long, deep breath to escape his mouth. The cocaine had him amped up.
He finally swung his legs out of bed and jumped into a pair of boxers and then his jeans. His shoes were a pair of eighty-nine Air Jordan’s. Frank didn’t waste any time fastening on his Run-DMC dookie rope with the Nefertiti pendent. Even though Frank had other important business to handle, he couldn’t help how Summer had him feeling. He couldn’t get rid of her just yet. He reached in his pocket and removed a fifty-dollar bill from a small roll of money.
“Let a nigga get straight one mo’ time ‘fore we leave.”
Summer played a hard game. It was her way or no way. She shook her head with a smile and began dressing quickly. She slid into a pair of white cut-off shorts and a plain white t-shirt that she tied in a neat knot. She didn’t wear a bra underneath, so her hardened nipples were pressed against the cotton fabric. She smoothed her hair down with her hands and threw on a ball cap. Now she was anxious to get home.
Downstairs in the parking lot of the Masters Motel, Summer strutted to the passenger side of Frank’s 1989 Cherokee. He went to the driver side, his keys dangling in his hand. He inserted one into the lock, when suddenly out of nowhere, a small Mazda rammed the rear of the Cherokee. The rear window shattered, and the SUV was pushed forward a couple of feet before stopping.
Summer snapped her head at the Mazda with the tinted windows. Frank looked at the car, but not for long. He already knew who was behind the wheel.
His wife stepped out of the car with a twisted, angry look across her face. She was cute, but chubby. Her hair was in pink curlers and wrapped in a scarf. She was two months pregnant with Frank’s second child.
With tears streaming down her face, she slammed the car door with both hands and headed straight toward Summer. Although smaller than Frank’s wife, Summer was always prepared for a fight. Without anyone noticing, she removed a sharp box cutter from her front pocket.
Frank eased around the front of his Cherokee, ready to end everything before it started. That’s when he saw Summer’s hand come up and go down in one swift motion. She repeated the process again before he could reach them. Summer had sliced her twice across her face.
“Yeah! You got tha right one, bitch!”
As blood poured from the pregnant woman’s face, Summer backed away. Frank grabbed his wife in an effort to comfort her, while Summer fled the scene.
Chapter 2
A beat-up station wagon safety cab pulled up to a thre
e-bedroom red brick house in a subdivision called Barton Village. Local hustlers and drug dealers ran the large neighborhood in South Augusta that was hidden by pine trees. After paying the taxi driver, Summer stepped out the rear of the cab.
Once inside the house, she flipped on the hallway light. She opened the door slightly to the first room on her left and peeped her head inside. She wasn’t surprised to see her mother sitting in her La-Z-Boy doing a crossword puzzle from the Augusta Chronicle. She was a big-boned woman in her late forties with smooth, radiant skin. She cut her eyes up toward the door where Summer was standing. Within three seconds, her eyes fell back into the newspaper.
Crazy Summer