By All Mean$
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KB and Nephew was sitting outside the gambling shack mashed up, armed and dangerous. KB was furious that he allowed himself to get jipped out of $14,000 on the dice by a sharpshooting, loaded dice switching hustla. It was about 4:30 a.m. and the gambling shack was about to close. KB estimated that there were about 12 people inside including the hustla that jipped him. “Look Nephew, make sure everybody is in front of us. If a nigga act stupid you know what to do,” explained KB “Aight Unk, I got you,” he assured KB KB was Nephew’s biological uncle, but they were only five years apart. KB was 28 years old and fresh off of an eight year bid for robbery. Nephew was 23 and he had finally beaten his robbery case after fighting it for four years. They came from a family of grind hard hustlas and gun slangas; both male and female, so their attitude was go get it by all means necessary. KB led the way with two Glock Semi-Automatic .45 and Nephew followed behind him with a short black fifty round SKS. KB knocked on the door and it immediately swung open. He pressed the barrel of his glock to the big doorman’s throat, “Nigga back yo bitch ass back into the shack,” KB ordered. The big guy obeyed his demand and walked into the gambling area. “Hold me up phew,” KB said as he stepped around the big guy and proceeded to give orders. He let off a shot into the ceiling to get everybody’s attention and once he had it he went into action. “Alright, it’s real simple. Everybody empty ya pockets, shoes, purses, bras, and pussies and shit will go smooth.” A couple of people stalled, but the rest started getting loose, dropping knots of money on a near by table. KB sensed the ones that stalled and explained to them how dead serious he was so they needed to understand every command. He grabbed the big doorman by the back of the neck and dumped a slug into the side of his temple, splattering brain fragments everywhere. “Now for the mothafuckas that’s stalling, this shit real and I just had to get out of character to make you fools understand this is not a drill. Now start getting loose or one by one, I’m gone go on a rampage,” he said in a calm demeanor. Once everybody emptied out their garments and pockets, KB pulled out a black plastic bag and filled it with the contents sitting on the pool table. “Who runs this spot?” KB asked. Nobody spoke up as they looked at each other. KB gritted his teeth and pointed his gun at the person closest to him which was a voluptuous older lady in her mid forties, she quickly pointed to the big husky man that KB recognized as the dude who jipped him. “Look out fat boy. Where the safe at?” KB asked. “It ain’t no safe nigga,” He answered with an extreme attitude. KB pointed and fired a slug into the big man’s thigh. The big dude fell to the ground as he let out a husky growl. “Now just a little less attitude this time slick, where the safe at fat pregnant hippo built mothafucka?” KB spat. The man pointed behind the bar under the hard liquor cabinet. Once he retrieved the code and got the money, he walked over and squatted down to the owner and whispered in his ear “You jipped the wrong nigga this time Monique Parker,” KB said smiling before dumping four slugs into the fat man. He grabbed the plastic bag and headed for the front door. “You people have a nice day,” he said before him and Nephew disappeared through the front door.
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No one has dreams of being the best dope dealer, robber, or anything else of that nature. Well at least KB, BJ, and Nephew didn’t until forced to the streets for whatever reasons of their own. All KB, BJ, Nephew, and their crews wanted were to have money, the baddest chicks, and respect on the streets; not realizing that fast money required some fast actions and eventually leading the street crews into blood wars. Get ready to follow the lives of three main characters as they do whatever they needed and wanted to do to get it By All Means. Who will be the street Kings once and for all? They never dreamed of being faced with the consequences of the lifestyles they lead; dead or locked up. I encourage you to use By All Means in a positive prospective and use it for what it is, a helpful tool to achieve a desired end. Do not allow this to alter you into thinking you have to go to the extremes of negative activities in order to possess those material things that you feel will secure a good life. Do not use By All Means as an escape route to do wrong because wrong will never be right. Use it as a motivational tool in doing something productive. Be a visionary and follow your dreams. By all means, do the best you can do and be the best at whatever you are doing. Think positive and in the end your means will be life, success, happiness, and longevity. On your mark, get set, GO!
About the Author
My name is Bobby F. Austin Jr. better known as BJ, some even call me Duck Jr. I was born in Lubbock, TX on March 5, 1984 to Marinda Austin and the late Bobby F. Austin Sr. After the death of my father in 1992, my family relocated to Dallas, TX. Dallas is where I made a name, well names for myself. Some good, some not so good but at that time I was a rebellious, hurt young BOY. Over the years I made some decisions that were not wise at all; In and out of Juvenile and eventually prison in my young adult age. It seems "trouble" became a cycle for me and all along I was dealing with the pain of losing my father and turned to the streets. It wasn't until 2007 that I realized I had a gift and that was writing. I was always lyrical because I had dreams of becoming a rap artist, and still do; so to compose a letter, a song, or a story came natural for me. One day in my cell I decided I would just write about "the streets" Why not? It was something I was familiar with and after all it landed me 25 years in TDCJ. I began to write and it seemed to flow but I didn't want to go off my own ambition so I would allow others to read my short stories and the feedback was insipring. Here I am now, with a dream and a vision of becoming one of the best selling authors and one day making it to the big screens. People ask me how do I come up with a plot and make it flow so easily. The answer, it's a gift from God that I have embraced and I pray that I blossom into a more experienced writer. Although I made some mistakes in my life, I can truly say I am grateful because if I had not come this way, I may not have ever taken the time to sit down and explore my own talents. I give all the honor to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I hope you enjoy the ride with me because the best is yet to come from ya boy, BJ. Thank you and God Bless!