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About The Streets Have No King
About the Author JaQuavis Coleman is the prolific writer from Flint, Michigan and is known for his witty street tales that depict the street/urban lifestyle. His clever storytelling ability gives readers a perspective from a young street hustler and the authenticity is evident. In 2013 he was honored by Ebony magazine as being one of the top 100 most influential African Americans in the country. He's the author of The Dopeman series and The Cartel 6: The Demise, with Ashley Antoinette Coleman. Product Description A street thriller of kidnapping, murder, trickery, and love that will have you at the edge of your seat.After 7 years of prison, multi-millionaire drug mogul Kane Garrett is back on the streets. But instead of diving back into the drug game, he’s teaching a college class, infusing business principles with his signature ruthless edge he developed in the streets. When a student―and heavy heroin dealer―named Basil catches Kane’s eye, Kane takes him on as a protégé and together, they build the biggest, smartest drug trafficking business the state has ever seen. But when Basil meets Moriah, Kane’s only daughter, lines get crossed and their dominant business union becomes a deadly rivalry. Welcome to a world where the kings meet their end and no one stays at the top for long. The crown always lies heavy on he who commands the streets―and Kane and Basil will fight to claim their rule, before power is toppled again, in The Streets Have No King by New York Times bestselling author JaQuavis Coleman. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The Streets Have No KingBy JaQuavis ColemanSt. Martin's PressCopyright © 2017 JaQuavis ColemanAll rights reserved.ISBN: 978-1-250-08127-8CHAPTER 1Back in the Day"Okay, listen to me close. Okay, baby?" Frenchie said as she closed the top of her silk robe. She looked down at her young son, who looked up at her, confused about what she was asking him to do. She walked over to him and knelt down so she was looking him in the eyes. She grabbed his right hand and flipped it, palm up. She placed a neatly folded fifty-dollar bill in his hand."I want you to take this down to Nephew's house and ..." Frenchie dropped her head in shame. She took a deep breath and continued, "Give him this. He is going to put something in your hand for me. Okay?" Tears began to form in her eyes. She was ashamed of what she was sending her naive little boy to do."Okay, Mama," Basil said. His young mind couldn't wrap itself around that he had to go cop drugs for his crack-addicted mother. She owed so many dealers on the block, she couldn't show her face anymore. She had managed to run up a tab with any dope boy willing to give her credit. To avoid a beating or maybe something worse, she had to send Basil to the wolves. Frenchie couldn't risk going out and being caught by one of her dealers."When he puts Mama's package in your hand, you best not open your hand until you get home. Got that?" she said, pointing her finger directly into his face."Yeah, I got it, Ma," Basil said as a wave of fear overcame him. He was too naive to understand that his mother had just done the hardest thing that she'd ever had to do in her life. She chosen her desire to smoke crack over the wellbeing of her only child. Basil didn't notice the tears in her eyes. He only noticed her stern voice and the finger that was being pointed in his face. He knew when Frenchie did that, she meant business.Moments later Basil walked through the projects on the south side of Flint, making his way through the concrete jungle. The hot summer evening made the air moist, and the streetlights were just flicking on as day settled into dusk. He heard the vulgar conversation of the winos who stood under the streetlights, and the chatter of the working girls who hid in the crannies of the darkness, waiting for oncoming cars to approach."What you doing out here, li'l nigga?" he heard a hooker yell out, but he ignored her and kept pu
