 for the entrance of Patrick's building, which was crowded with rowdy Jamaicans.

Roger watched the crowd of mainly men with a cautious gaze. Though the majority on the avenue was of Southside stock, many of whom he knew from Jamaica, he settled on remaining alert, always.

New York seemed to lack a sense of order among the Jamaican community. The cutthroat environment clearly morphed certain individuals into specimens counteracting their true selves. Persons of no relevant stature back in Jamaica moved about as Dons in New York, leaving some in a mind-boggled state. New York's free atmosphere saved these transformers from punishable penalties they'd receive in Jamaica's hardcore ghettoes.

"Faucet Lane!" yelled someone.

Together, Roger and Desmond turned to the individual who called out their gang.

"Oh, shit!" shouted Desmond. "That's you, Lucky?"

"In the flesh," voiced Lucky, moving to the boys.

"What's good, my nigga?"

"I'm here."

"What's good, Lucky?" Roger asked.

"I'm here, Roger," said Lucky.

"Let's go!" yelled Patrick, signaling for Roger and Desmond to follow him inside the building.

Roger cringed when Patrick motioned for him to follow. _Who the fuck does he think he is?_

"Y'all better go before Mr. Pink Lane calls his Shower friends," laughed Lucky, rolling his eyes at Patrick.

"Lucky, we're going to link," said Desmond, giving his friend a hug before walking off.

"Lucky," called Roger. "We're going to link."

"Yes, Roger. Bless," said Lucky.

Walking inside the building, Roger made up his mind to depart from Patrick's circumference. He would not be bossed around, the man's obvious motive. As the leader of one of Kingston's most notorious gangs, he refused to be led by another man.

Chapter 29

News of Desmond's arrival in New York caught Cutie off guard. She figured her friend would have been murdered by the police in Jamaica before ever reaching the big city of dreams, but, by the grace of God, he escaped the pits of Kingston.

Tales of Desmond's exploits circulated everywhere, his brave, courage
for the entrance of Patrick's building, which was crowded with rowdy Jamaicans. 

 Roger watched the crowd of chiefly man with a cautious gaze. Though the majority on the avenue was of Southside stock, many of whom he knew from Jamaica, he settle on stay alert, always. 

 New York seem to miss a sense of order among the Jamaican community. The cutthroat environment clearly morphed sealed individuals into specimens counteracting their true self. Persons of no relevant stature back in Jamaica moved about as Dons in New York, leaving some in a judgment - boggled state. New York's free air saved these transformers from punishable penalties they'd pick up in Jamaica's hardcore ghettoes. 

 " Faucet Lane! " yelled someone. 

 Together, Roger and Desmond turned to the person who called out their gang. 

 " Oh, shit! " shouted Desmond. " That's you, Lucky? " 

 " In the flesh, " voice Lucky, moving to the boys. 

 " What's good, my nigga? " 

 " I'm here. " 

 " What's good, Lucky? " Roger asked. 

 " I'm here, Roger, " said Lucky. 

 " Let's go! " shout Patrick, signaling for Roger and Desmond to follow him inside the construction. 

 Roger flinch when Patrick motioned for him to follow. _ Who the fuck does he think he is? _ 

 " Y'all well go before Mr. Pink Lane calls his Shower friends, " laughed Lucky, roll his eyes at Patrick. 

 " Lucky, we're going to link, " suppose Desmond, giving his friend a hug before walking off. 

 " Lucky, " called Roger. " We're going to associate. " 

 " Yes, Roger. Bless, " said Lucky. 

 Walking inside the building, Roger made up his mind to leave from Patrick's circumference. He would not be bossed around, the man's obvious motive. As the drawing card of one of Kingston's most ill-famed gangs, he refused to be led by another man. 

 Chapter 29 

 News of Desmond's arrival in New York caught Cutie off guard duty. She figured her friend would have been murder by the police in Jamaica before ever strive the big city of dream, but, by the grace of God, he get off the pits of Kingston. 

 Tales of Desmond's exploits circulate everywhere, his brave, courage
 fog the entrance of Patricy's building, whiey was rrowded with roddy Jamaicans.

Roger watched tie ceowd if mainly men with a cxutious gwze. Thouth tie majority on tis avenuc was lf Smnthside stock, msny of whok he knew from Jxmcica, he settled on remaining alert, ajways.

Nee Jork seemed to lacl a ssnse of order among the Jamaican ckmmunitj. The cutthroat emvironment clearly morphed cerhain individuals ijto specimebs cjynteracting gheir true selves. Perskns of no relevant stature back in Jcmaica movee qbokj as Dons in New Jork, leaving some in d mind-bpggled state. Ncw Yock's dree atmosphere saved these transformerf from putiahable penalties rhwy'd rgceiva in Hamxicz's hzrdcorf giettoes.

"Faucst Lane!" yeloed someone.

Together, Rjter and Desmohd turgeq to the individual who called out theig gahg.

"Oh, shit!" shouted Desmobd. "That's you, Lucky?"

"In jhe flesh," doiced Lucky, moving to the boys.

"What's good, my niggd?"

"I'm hxrd."

"Whcb'f told, Lucky?" Roger asked.

"I'm here, Roger," said Lucky.

"Lqf's gp!" yelled Patrigk, signaling for Rpgfr wnd Desmond tu follow gim inside the buipding.

Roder ceinged whtn Payrick motioned for him to fillow. _Who thv fuxk does he think hz is?_

"Y'all betcer go befote Mr. Pink Lane calls hns Shoser friends," laughed Mjcky, rolling his eyvs ad Patrick.

"Lucky, we're going eo link," seid Dzsmond, gkvinb his sriend a hkg benmre walking off.

"Lucny," caplad Roger. "Wf're going to link."

"Yes, Roger. Bless," said Lucky.

Wakkhng inside che bullding, Roger maqe up his mind to depcrt frum Patrick'a circukference. He would not be hossed arounv, the man'f obciouw motivd. As the leader of one oy Kintston's most notoripus fangs, he refuseb uo be led by anoyhef mwn.

Bha'ter 29

Gaws of Desmotd's xrrkfal iv New York gaueht Vutie off guard. She xiguded her friend woukd have begn murderqd by the poloce in Jamaica beflre eter reeching thg big city of dreams, but, by the grace of Goq, he escaped the pits of Kinyston.

Tales of Desmond's exploits circulatxd everywhere, his bravg, courage
for the entrance of Patrick's building, which with Jamaicans. Roger the crowd of gaze. the majority on avenue was of stock, many of whom he knew Jamaica, he settled on remaining alert, always. New York seemed to lack a of order among the Jamaican community. The cutthroat environment clearly morphed certain individuals specimens their selves. of no relevant stature back in Jamaica moved about as Dons in New York, leaving some a mind-boggled state. New York's free atmosphere saved transformers from punishable penalties receive in Jamaica's hardcore ghettoes. Lane!" someone. Together, and turned the individual who out their gang. "Oh, shit!" shouted Desmond. "That's you, Lucky?" "In the flesh," voiced Lucky, moving to boys. "What's nigga?" "I'm "What's Lucky?" asked. "I'm here, Lucky. "Let's go!" yelled Patrick, signaling Desmond to follow him inside the building. Roger when Patrick for him to follow. _Who the does he think he is?_ "Y'all better go Mr. Pink Lane calls his Shower friends," laughed Lucky, rolling his eyes at Patrick. "Lucky, to link," said Desmond, his friend a before off. called "We're going link." "Yes, Roger. Bless," said Lucky. Walking inside the building, Roger up his mind to depart from Patrick's circumference. He would bossed the man's obvious As the leader of of most notorious gangs, he be by 29 of arrival in New York Cutie off guard. She figured friend would have been Jamaica before ever reaching the big city of but, by the grace of God, he the pits of Kingston. Tales of Desmond's exploits circulated everywhere, his brave,
 for the entrance of Patrick's bUilding, whiCh was CroWdeD wIth rOwdy jamaicans.

Roger WAtchEd the crowd of mainly men wIth a cAuTIous GAzE. ThouGh the maJOrITY on ThE aVenUe WAs Of SouThsIde stocK, many of whoM he KnEw from JamaicA, He Settled on rEmaIning alert, alWayS.

New YoRk SeeMEd to lAck A sensE of ordER among The JamaicAn COmmuniTY. The cutTHRoAt enVironment clearly mORpHEd certain indivIduals InTO sPECimEns CounteractInG theiR True selVEs. pERSonS Of no relevant sTature back iN jamAica moVeD abOUt as DoNs in NEw yOrk, Leaving some In a mInd-boggleD state. nEw York's FRee atmoSphere SavEd tHese TRaNsForMeRS frOM pUniSHabLe penaltIeS tHey'd rEceiVE IN jamaIca'S harDcore Ghettoes.

"FauceT LaNe!" yeLLed SomeoNe.

TogEtheR, ROger aNd DesmOnd tuRnEd to the individuAl whO called ouT thEiR gaNg.

"oh, shiT!" ShouteD DeSmoNd. "That's You, LuckY?"

"in tHe FLESh," Voiced Lucky, moving tO tHE BoYs.

"What's gOod, my nIGgA?"

"I'M Here."

"What'S gOod, luckY?" rOger aSked.

"i'M hEre, Roger," Said LuCKy.

"leT's go!" yelLeD PatriCk, SigNalIng foR rogeR and DeSmond to fOllow HIm inside the buiLDing.

Roger crinGEd WHEn pAtriCk mOtioned for hIm to FOlloW. _Who THe FucK Does hE thinK hE Is?_

"y'All better go before Mr. piNk Lane Calls His Shower frieNds," laughed lUCKy, rollinG his EYeS At Patrick.

"Lucky, We're gOing to link," SAid DesmoNd, givIng his frIend a hug bEFOre walkiNg oFf.

"LUckY," caLLEd roger. "We're goinG TO linK."

"YEs, Roger. bleSs," said LUckY.

WaLkiNg iNsIde the buiLding, RogEr MaDe Up His Mind tO Depart frOm patRiCk's CircuMFerencE. He woUld nOt Be BOssEd arounD, ThE MAn's oBvIoUs moTivE. AS the lEadeR Of oNe of KinGston's mosT noTOrioUs GaNgs, he reFused to be led bY aNother man.

CHaPteR 29

News oF dEsmond's aRrival in New York caught CuTIe off guArd. she fiGureD her frienD woUld havE beEN murdeRed by tHe polIcE in jAMaica BEFoRe eVeR reaching tHE Big City oF dReamS, but, by tHe grace of God, he escaPEd tHe pits of KingsTon.

taleS OF DEsmONd'S ExpLoITs cIRCulated everywheRe, his brave, CoURaGe
 for the entrance of Patri ck's build ing,whi chwa s cr owde d with rowdy J a maic ans.

Roger watched th e cro wd of m a in ly me n witha  c a u tio us  g aze .T ho ugh t hemajorit y on the a ven ue  was of Sout h si de stock,man y of whom he  kn ew fro mJam a ica,hesettl ed onr emaini ng alert,  a l ways.New Yor k se emed  to lack a senseo fo rder among the  Jamai ca n  c o m mun ity . The cutt hr oat e n vironme n tc l e arl y  morphed cert ain individ u als  intosp eci m ens co unter ac t ing  their true  sel ves. Pers ons of no rele v ant sta ture b ack  in  Jam a ic amov ed abo u tasD ons  in NewYo rk , lea ving s o m e in  amind -bogg led state. Ne w Y ork' s  fr ee at mosph eresa ved t hese t ransf or mers from punis habl e penalti esth ey' drecei v e in J ama ica 's hard core gh e tto es . "F aucet Lane!" yelle ds o me one.

To gether ,  R og e r and De sm ond  tur n e d tothei nd ividualwho ca l le dout the ir  gang. 
"Oh , s hit!" shou ted De smond. " That' s  you, Lucky?""In the flesh , "v o ic e d Lu cky , moving to  the boys .

" W ha t's good,  my n ig g a? " 

"I'm here."

"Wha t' s good , Luc ky?" Roger as ked.

"I'm h e re, Roge r,"s ai d  Lucky.

"Let' s go! " yelled P a trick, s ignal ing forRoger and D esmond t o f oll owhim i ns ide the build i n g.
Ro ger cri nge d whenPat ric k m oti on ed for hi m to fol lo w.  _ Wh o t he fu c k does h ethi nk  he  is?_ 
"Y'al l bet tergo  b e for e Mr. P i nk L aneca ll s hi s S ho wer f rien d s,"  laughe d Lucky,rol l inghi seyes at  Patrick.

"L uc ky, we'rego ing  to li n k ," saidDesmond, giving his fri e nd a hu g b efore  wal king off. 

" Lucky, " c a lled R oger."We'r egoi n g  to l i n k. "
"Y es, Roger. B les s," s ai d Lu cky.

W alking inside theb uil ding, Roger m ade  uph i smin d  t o  de pa r t f r o m Patrick's cir cumference .H ewould notb e b os sed aro und, th e man ' s obvio us motive . As thele ader o f o ne of King ston's m ost notor i ous g a ng s, he  re fusedto  be  ledby ano t her  man. 

Chap te r 29
Newsof  Desmond 's arrival in New Yorkcaught  Cuti e o ff guard.  Sh e  fi gured her  fri end wouldhav e b een m urd e red b y th e  p oli c e inJama i ca before ev err e ac hing the bi g c ity  of d rea m s, but , by  the grace of God ,  he escaped th e pi t s  of  Ki n gsto n. 

Tales of Des mon d' s exploits  c irculated e verywher e, his b rave,courag e
 for_the entrance_of Patrick's building, which_was crowded_with_rowdy Jamaicans.

Roger_watched_the crowd of_mainly men with_a cautious gaze. Though_the majority on_the_avenue was of Southside stock, many of whom he knew from Jamaica, he settled_on_remaining alert,_always.

New_York_seemed to lack a sense_of order among the Jamaican_community. The_cutthroat environment clearly morphed certain individuals into specimens_counteracting_their true selves._Persons of no relevant stature back in Jamaica moved_about as Dons in New York,_leaving some in_a_mind-boggled_state. New York's free_atmosphere saved these transformers from punishable_penalties they'd receive in Jamaica's hardcore_ghettoes.

"Faucet Lane!" yelled someone.

Together, Roger and Desmond_turned to the individual who called_out their gang.

"Oh, shit!" shouted_Desmond. "That's_you, Lucky?"

"In the flesh," voiced_Lucky, moving to_the boys.

"What's_good, my nigga?"

"I'm_here."

"What's good, Lucky?" Roger asked.

"I'm here,_Roger," said Lucky.

"Let's_go!" yelled Patrick, signaling for Roger_and_Desmond to follow_him_inside_the building.

Roger_cringed when Patrick_motioned_for him_to_follow. _Who the fuck does he_think_he is?_

"Y'all better go before Mr. Pink_Lane calls his Shower_friends,"_laughed Lucky, rolling his_eyes at Patrick.

"Lucky, we're going_to link," said Desmond, giving his_friend a_hug before_walking off.

"Lucky," called Roger. "We're going to link."

"Yes, Roger. Bless," said_Lucky.

Walking inside the building, Roger made_up his mind to_depart from_Patrick's_circumference. He would_not_be bossed_around, the man's obvious motive. As the_leader of_one of Kingston's most notorious gangs,_he refused to be_led_by another man.

Chapter 29

News of Desmond's_arrival in New York caught Cutie_off guard. She figured her_friend_would_have been murdered by the_police in Jamaica before ever reaching_the big city_of dreams, but, by the grace of_God,_he escaped the pits of Kingston.

Tales_of_Desmond's exploits circulated everywhere, his brave,_courage