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  A Little More Sin

  A Novel By

  Parish Sherman

  Website: www.streetknowledgepublishing.com

  A LITTLE MORE SIN®

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  A LITTLE MORE SIN

  Is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to real people, living or dead, actual events, establishments, organizations, or locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Other names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Those fictionalized events & incidents that involve real persons did not occur and/or may be set in the future.

  Published by: Street Knowledge Publishing

  Written by: Parish Sherman

  Edited by: Dolly Lopez

  Cover design by: Marion Designs/ www.mariondesigns.com

  Photos by: Marion Designs

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  ISBN 10: 0-9822515-4-8

  ISBN 13: 978-0-9822515-4-6

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my Angels above. Thank you for watching over me. My maternal Grand Parents, Lula and Eddie Nash Sr. My paternal Grand Parents, Sylvia and Eugene Sherman Sr. My uncles Elmore (Sonny) Nash, Eugene (Sonny) Sherman Jr., and Ray Coleman. My auntie, Lois Maxine Addison. My father Michael Wayne Sherman Sr. A day doesn’t go by that I don’t think about you. I love you all always and forever.

  This book is also dedicated to my younger cousin, Timothy L. Nash. Man, you in there with Life all because some bitch ass muthafuckas turned bitch on you (snitched). You and a couple other people are the reason I hate rats. Man the code of the streets ain’t what it used to be. I remember when cats saw something and knew if they spoke on it, they would get their wigs put on flat, and they would be putting their fam in jeopardy. Hot (snitching) muthafuckas ain’t got passes with me. They’re right up there with child molesters. Well maybe not right up there, but very, very close. Cuzzo, keep your head up, blood, and I promise that I will make sure you never ever have another want.

  R.I.P. Al Chatman, Seagram Miller, Dion, Dave, Mack Dre’, Ray Mac, H.B., Floyd Finks, Pac, and anyone else I forgot.

  I would also like to thank B.E.T’s American Gangster for doing that Segment on Felix Mitchell. I’ve had to bust a lot of cat’s heads for thinking Oakland was soft or something. The Tizown may not be a big as L.A., but we’re just as deadly. Oakland is Los Angeles’ little brother. Don’t get it fucked up. If you ain’t from the Tizown, stay the fuck out of the Tizown, because you’ll get dropped in the Tizown and that ass will come up missing in the Tizown. Yadadamean?

  Acknowledgment

  First, and foremost I have to thank God for sparing my life on many occasions, and allowing me the many experiences that I have, which I put a very small spin on to write these books.

  To my wifey I love you, and thank you for stepping up like you did. It's all about us. There's no me or you only us.

  To my son, Damon Juwan; I know that I’m not there with you, and I haven’t seen you since you were three, but you’re always on my mind. I hate that your mother let me and her differences come between us, but it is what it is. You can believe that whenever I hit the streets, I will be in your life, by any means necessary. I love you.

  My big Bro, Shaheed. Man we taking shit to another level. My oldest Brother Pastor Demorie Sherman; I love you man.

  My Aunts Vivian, Janet, Evelyn, and Reneé. My cousins Donna, Sharon, Monica, Eddie, Darryl, Edie, Kelli, Nikki, Timothy, Alexis, Petria, Rico, Gino, Quan, Ray Jr., Andre and Janeé. All my little cousins, family and close friends. I love you all!!!

  My Sister's Felicia and Kim. Thanks for holding me down. I love you both.

  I’m not going to list all my potnas, but I will mention a few. Sherm, Thomas and Angela Ross, Big Mike, Shan-D, Bud, Lil’ Potna, Vito, Black, A.F., A.L., Walter (Junior) Orr, M.A.K, Boss Mann, Hollyrock, Will Scott, Steve-Bo, L, Big Dave, Duck, Y.G., Tone, Tory (T.B.) Bell, Ray, Rick (Freeway Rick) Ross and Andy Au. Ali, thank you for helping me on the editing on this, and the synopsis for Sin 4 Life. To Mike MacDonnell; Thank you for reading the first book and giving me an outlook from a person that doesn’t live that life. Also, thank you for teaching me about business.

  My Editor, Ms. Dolly Lopez; I would like to apologize for the tantrum. I would also like to tell you that everything you said was right (as if you didn’t know). You are very good at what you do, and I hope to work with you again.

  To my other mother, Linda Williams; You keep me on my toes and always lace me up with game for this book stuff. I owe you the world for seeing that I got my foot in the door. Thank you for looking out for me like you do, and I hope we can take this book sh#t to another level.

  Anyone I didn’t mention because I don’t fuck with you, fuck you. Anybody I didn’t mention that I do fuck with, blame it on the kush not my heart, because it wasn’t intentional.

  Oh yeah, big ups to my man Souleo, the bookman on 149th Street and 3rd Avenue in the Bronx. Man you don’t know it, but you were very instrumental in me meeting Lovely, and thank you for pushing my books.

  If anyone wants to holla at ya’ boy you can find me on the inmate locator on www.bop.gov inmate locator:

  Parish Sherman #13080-097

  Table Of Contents

  Acknowledgment

  Chapter One – It's About To Get Funky

  Chapter Two – Getting Back to Business

  Chapter Three – Unfinished Business

  Chapter Four – Making Things Right

  Chapter Five – You Played Yourself

  Chapter Six – Let’s Do This

  Chapter Seven – Don't Bite the Hand That Feeds You

  Chapter Eight – Turn It Up

  Chapter Nine – Rocked to Sleep

  Chapter Ten – The Get Back

  Chapter Eleven – Cousin Got Some Freak In Her

  Chapter Twelve – She Got What She Wanted

  Chapter Thirteen – Too Much Going On

  Chapter Fourteen – Everybody Ain't Ya' Friend

  Chapter Fifteen – I Threw Up Wit' Dat Nigga Grew up

  Wit' Dat Nigga

  Chapter Sixteen – Looking At Things Clearly

  Chapter Seventeen – Daddy's Girls

  Chapter Eighteen – The King Is Back

  Chapter Nineteen – Play The Hand Dealt

  Chapter Twenty – Loyalty & Betrayal

  Chapter Twenty-One – Lie In The Bed You Made

  Chapter Twenty-Two – It's a Wrap

  Chapter One

  It's About To Get Funky

  Malika was sitting in her new house that Sin had gotten for her. She had just gotten off the phone with Sin. Him stopping at Everett & Jones and getting her something to eat would give her at least an extra fifteen minutes to do what she had to do.

  She went upstairs and ran her bath water and added some strawberry bath beads that she bought from the mall earlier. She stripped naked and looked at herself in the full length mirror in the bedroom. I look the same as I did when I was dancing at that club on Bourbon Street, she thought. She opened the drawer that contained her lingerie and pulled out a pink silk teddy. She went in her panty drawer and pulled out a new pair of pink panties that were two sizes too small. She knew the panties
would be all up in her heavenly-endowed butt and she knew Sin would love that.

  "Nigga talking about he ain't staying the night. I'm getting fucked tonight, and I'm sure of that!" she said to herself.

  Malika slid her tired body in the water that was as hot as she could stand it. She grabbed the strawberry shower gel and began to bathe. She pulled the stopper out after thirty minutes and stood and washed her natural curly hair with the strawberry shampoo.

  As Malika stepped out the shower she heard the phone ringing. "Muthafuckas always pick the most inopportune times to call!" she complained as she ran into her bedroom. "Hello?" she answered without looking at the caller I.D.

  "Malika, go to Alta Bates hospital, something happened!" Simone cried. The first thing that Malika thought was that something happened to Shamika or June Bug.

  "Simone, what happened, sis?" she asked.

  "Sin got shot, baby. You need to get up there right away. I'm leaving right now," Simone said.

  Malika dropped the phone and started panicking. She hurried and put on her panties, her Baby Phat jeans, and a white T-shirt. She ran to the closet and put on her black and white Jordan's and a black hoodie. She ran downstairs and snatched her purse and ran out of the house. She got in her Tahoe and tore out of the driveway leaving rubber.

  Malika had the Tahoe doing 100 on the 580 Freeway when a Highway Patrol car got on her. She pulled over and waited for the cop to get to the truck. She rolled her window down as the white cop approached. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his partner at the passenger side.

  "Officer, I'm sorry I'm speeding. My husband was shot and he's at Alta Bates Hospital!" she cried.

  "What's your husbands name, ma'am?" he asked.

  "Simian Michaels," Malika said. The cop went back to his car and a made a call, then came running back to Malika.

  "Follow us, ma'am. When we get to the 13 we'll take that to Berkeley. Please be careful. Although were escorting you we don't want you to lose control of this SUV," he said as he looked at Malika's pretty face.

  The cops took off fast with Malika following closely behind. They made it to Alta Bates within fifteen minutes. Malika jumped out of her truck in front of the hospital and ran in.

  "My husband was shot! Can you tell me how to find him?" she asked the receptionist.

  The petite white girl rolled her eyes at Malika and covered the mouthpiece of the phone. "Ma'am, I'll be with you in a moment. Can't you see I'm on the phone?" she asked and resumed her conversation.

  Malika looked at the girl standing behind her like she couldn't believe her ears. "Ahhh hell nah, bitch! I will beat your muthafuckin' ass!" she yelled as she reached across the counter and snatched the white girl by the shirt. "Now, what you say, bitch?" she asked.

  The white girl's face turned lobster-red. She knew she was in for an ass whipping. "Wh… Wh… What' s your husband’s name?" she stuttered.

  "Simian Michaels," Malika answered and shoved her.

  The white girl's hands moved across the keyboard at lightning speed. "Fifth floor," she said. Malika took off running. She got on the elevator and pressed five. When the doors closed she caught a reflection of herself. Her hair was all over the place. She pulled the black hair tie out of her purse and put her hair in a ponytail on top of her head. As she was exiting the elevator she ran into a man. She looked at him closely.

  "Shaqui?" she asked, surprised at how good Sin's younger cousin looked.

  "What's up, Juicy?" he asked and hugged her.

  When Malika and Sin started going together they were both fourteen and Sha was only twelve. The first time he saw Malika he said she had a big juicy booty, and had started calling her "Juicy" ever since. Looking at him now she didn't see little Shaqui; she saw a fine-ass man. Sha and Sin looked alike, except Sha didn't have the small gap between his teeth.

  "How bad is it?" Malika asked.

  "I don't know. The worst hit was in his back. The rest of the bullets made clean exits and the neck wound was just a graze," Sha said. Malika started crying again.

  Sha put his arms around her and hugged her. "Juicy, you gotta pull it together. Auntie's taking it hard and you gotta be strong for her," he said.

  Just as he was letting her go the elevator chimed. Tariq, Hasahn, Tayshaun, and Amir got off. Malika knew something was about to happen. They were all wearing black. They all greeted her. Everyone went to the waiting room except Malika, who went in the bathroom and straightened herself out.

  Malika walked into the waiting room and Sin's sisters, Kim and Jas, as well as Sha's mother, Barbara all went silent. Sin's mama, Jackie stood and hugged her. "Oh, baby I am so sorry!" she said, feeling guilty for having a part in keeping her and Sin apart when Malika got pregnant fourteen years ago, and not mentioning to Sin that he had a daughter.

  "It's okay, Mama Jackie. I understand why you did it," Malika lied. She would never forgive her or her own mother for what they did. "Thank you for paying for my schooling and sending Simina the money you were sending," Malika said.

  Everyone else greeted Malika with a hug. The doctor came out looking tired. He let them know that the bullet in Sin's back would be hard to get. He also let them know that there would be a chance that Sin would never walk again, leaving him not wanting to do the surgery until he talked to Sin.

  Tracy came running into the waiting room and Jackie explained what was going on. Hasahn got June Bug's attention and nodded towards the door. He, Sha, Tayshaun, and Amir all stood up and walked out. As they were about to start talking, Rod came.

  "Look, we know who did this shit. Ya'll say he had some words with that nigga, Max. What we waiting for?" Hasahn asked.

  "He's right. Ya'll mama shouldn't be the only mother crying," Amir said.

  "Man, let’s do this shit! Tayshaun, you in the car with me. Let's meet up at the Jack in the Box on my turf," Sha said as he turned to leave.

  When the elevator came, Hashi was on it. Hashi was the only one out of all of them that wasn't in The Mad Circle. He was a close friend though. "I'm in!" he said as he stepped back and let them on. They all went to the parking area and got in their cars and left.

  Shaunté and Déja were at Lisa's house smoking weed when Lisa's phone rang. She saw Terell's number and answered.

  "What up, Tee?" she asked.

  "Lisa, niggas shot Sin up!" he cried.

  "What?"

  "I heard he's in Berkeley," Terell said.

  Lisa looked at Shaunté with tears in her eyes.

  "What?" Shaunté asked.

  Lisa hung the phone up and Shaunté felt in her gut that it was Sin. "Sin got shot. He's at Alta Bates," she said.

  Shaunté was briefly in shock. After a minute she ran out of the house and got in the Yukon and pulled off. Please, God, don't let him die! she thought.

  Sha, Tayshaun, and Hashi pulled up down the block from J.B. and his brother, Max's spot on 61st Street between Dover and Shattuck. They all cocked their guns and got out of the car. They saw J.B.'s Benz out front. They walked down the street and Sha shot the four dudes in front of the apartments with the silenced Mac-10. They went to apartment D and stood outside listening to the conversation which took place inside.

  "We ain't about to have no more problems up outta that nigga, Sin. I personally let that nigga have it," a voice said.

  "You niggas outta pocket! I didn't tell you niggas to do nothing!" J.B. yelled.

  "Max told us to shoot on sight," the voice pleaded.

  "You muthafuckas don't work for him! I run this shit! Did you niggas even think about what kinda shit we about to be in? The Circle ain't gonna sit by and go for one of their boys getting hit!" J.B. yelled. J.B. knew that retaliation was going to come. A serious war had been started and as far as he could see it was over a bitch… again. Damn! he thought.

  Sha had heard enough. He nodded at Tayshaun who stepped back and kicked the door in. He and Hash both went right and started shooting the silenced machine guns to the left. J.B. ran right through the sliding glas
s door. The other dude inside caught the wrath of Hashi's MP-5 bullets.

  Sha ran to the balcony and started getting off at J.B.

  "Fuck!" he yelled as he ran out the front door. He saw J.B. getting in his Benz and sprayed it. J.B. still ended up getting away.

  June and Hasahn turned on 68th and Arthur and saw a gang of dudes sitting in front of Max's spot. June looked in the rear view of the Benz and saw that Amir and Tariq had just made the corner. Hasahn leaned out the window and started busting the AK. June got out and started letting off with the M-16.

  "Mad Circle, bitch!" he yelled. The shooting went on for a good two minutes leaving the dudes outside leaking. He then punched the gas. He had to get back to the hospital. He again wished for the hundredth time that he had never pulled Sin into the game.

  ''I know where that fool’s people live,'' June said.

  ''Nah, June you know the rules. No kids and no innocent people,'' Hasahn said.

  ''Man, fuck the rules! Ain't nobody else going by them,'' June said.

  Chapter Two

  Getting Back to Business

  Sin made it through surgery and had been recovering for the last three weeks. As he sat in his bed he thought about all the bloodshed. The other side's body count was at at least twenty. The Circle's was at three. The cats from The Circle that fell victim were only foot soldiers, but nevertheless they were down for the cause.

  Yvette came at 9:00 with Sin's daughter, Simara. The little girl looked just like Sin, just as his other kids did. She was a four-year-old cutie.

  "I'm fixing to leave. I got things I need to do. Drop Little Mama off at my mother's house and come back," he said.

  "Sin, the doctor said one more week," Yvette said.

  ''I don't care what the doctor said. I'm getting up outta here today. Now please do what I asked you.”

  "Honey, give your daddy a kiss. We're leaving," Yvette said to Simara.

  "I wanna stay with Daddy," said Simara.