Chozen For These Streets 2: His Angel & His Streets

By Shavekia Layfield

Chozen is living life. With his last archenemy behind bars, there is no one in his way as he maintains his legacy in the streets. He turns his focus to expanding his businesses. Alongside his right hand partner, Dillon, Chozen opens up a successful club. He moves his drugs from off the streets into his own private establishment. Business is good, but he quickly realizes that he has more enemies than he thought. One who is out for revenge for the death of his son.

Harmony tries to prove her loyalty to Chozen, while at the same time dipping into her own business on the side. Harmony still has a thirst for detective work and secretly opens her own private investigation company. When her first client’s case intertwines with Chozen and one of his businesses, Harmony take things into her own hands. As she looks deeper into her case, she finds she may have gotten into more than she had bargained for.

Chozen tries to stay focused, but when he finds out that Harmony may be behind a high profiled murder that could be linked back to him, he begins to question her loyalty to him. The couple’s relationship is tested. Even though Harmony is a rider for her man, she is faced with the hard decision to stay or leave him. When she finds some of her old coworkers are sniffing behind him after him, Harmony gets into protective mode, but is too late?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Jul 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781648405358

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Contents

1. Rodney

2. Chozen

3. Harmony

4. Bernard

5. Chozen

6. Harmony

7. Smooth

8. Chozen

9. Rodney

10. Chozen

11. Harmony

12. Smooth

13. Dillon

14. Chozen

15. Harmony

16. Chozen

17. Harmony

18. Dillon

19. Harmony

20. Chozen

21. Rodney

22. Chozen

23. Harmony

24. Kathy

25. Maria

26. Tish

27. Chozen

28. Harmony

29. Chozen

30. Rodney

31. Chozen

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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This is an original work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Contains explicit language & adult themes suitable for ages 16+

1

Rodney

S heldon Morris, also known as Chozen, and William Lucket, also known as Smooth, have rubbed me the wrong way for too many years. I am not going to stop until I have them locked behind bars or six feet deep. I have been made a fool of for far too long for dealing with these two. I have lost my son, and I refuse to sit here and continue to let them make me look like I am not doing my damn job, Captain Butler spat.

I know what you mean, boss. How can I help?

Rodney, you are close to Harmony. What can you tell me about her?

I know she loved being a detective, so I am not sure how she ended up falling for Chozen. I was shocked, and it really kind of made me look at her differently. I thought she was better than that.

So did I. I am so disappointed with her. I want to hang her ass too. Just to think, she was all set to marry my son, and now she is sleeping with the enemy.

That is really fucked up, boss. What are we going to do?

Kill her!

Rodney nodded. He had been in love with Harmony since before she was engaged to Captain Butler’s son. She always put him in the friend zone. He would run her errands, fix her car, and listen to her bitch about the no-good men in her life. After her fiancée was murdered, he thought he was truly in there and would be able to make his move. When she went undercover and started sleeping with Chozen, Rodney knew that his chances of getting her were slim to none.

Rodney hated Chozen and had even begun to resent Harmony. He hated feeling like a fool and being left on the side of the curb while she continued to lead him on. As he sat and listened to Captain Butler slur his words while they sipped Bourbon straight, Rodney began to play out ways he could get away with murder.

Just think, that simple bitch tried to convince me that she was here for family, but she is a scam artist. She took the insurance money and switched up on me.

We both know what we have to do. I think we should kill them all and make Chozen watch as we kill his son just like you had to watch as your son was being blown away by their botched plan.

I like the way you are thinking, Rod. You are a man that moves in silence. You have climbed your way to the top while appearing to remain in the shadows. You are a deadly force to the team, and I, for one, am glad that you are on my side.

A broken heart will change your perspective of life. Thanks to Harmony, I see and feel things differently. I trust no one but myself.

I can assure you that you can trust me.

No offense, Captain, but I trust no one but myself.

Captain Butler nodded his head and sipped from his cup.

Well, sir, if you have nothing else for me today, I am going to head on out. We have moves to make, and the less we are seen together alone, the better it will be for our plan to be a success.

Captain Butler nodded his head as Rodney removed himself from the Captain’s office. He normally wouldn’t drink Bourbon so early in the day, but he didn’t want to turn down the Captain’s invitation. He needed Captain Butler just as much as the Captain needed him. Harmony had really dug a deep hole for herself, and it was going to take more than her drug dealing boyfriend to help her get out of it.

Rodney left the precinct for the day. He wanted to be alone. When he arrived at his bachelor’s pad, he looked at the photos of Harmony that he had taped to his wall. He had pictures that he had taken as he followed her throughout her career. There were newspaper clippings, television stills that he had printed out, selfies that he had taken with her, and even a napkin with a perfect print of her lips with red lipstick.

Rodney was more than in love with Harmony. He was obsessed, and if there was a word that meant overly obsessed, that would better describe Rodney’s relationship with her. Harmony was fun and full of life. Her beauty was one of a kind. He loved her more than anything in the world, but she had passed him up twice for someone new. This time, she had chosen a criminal.

Chozen was no better than Smooth. In fact, Chozen was a less intelligent version of Smooth. Smooth was a master at his criminalistics. When the heat got too hot, he passed the buck and jumped ship, never really leaving the business but getting out of the limelight. He made others do his work while he collected the money and reaped the benefits.

Chozen, on the other hand, wanted so badly to be in the streets. He wanted to do everything that he could to get away from his father, so he didn’t take the time to study and learn the streets as Smooth had done. Smooth knew all of his enemies. He studied them and when they moved he moved. Chozen had enemies staring him right in his face and didn’t even know it.

Rodney traced his fingers around the outline of Harmony’s face. The more he looked at her, the more he was filled with rage, envy, and hatred for her. She was going to have to pay one way or another for destroying his life.

She gave him a child! That was supposed to be my son that she was carrying! he yelled out.

2

Chozen

Life seemed to have been getting back on track since the Silva Dolla fiasco. Chozen decided to give Harmony a second chance. He was not a man of many chances, but he loved Harmony. She was everything that he could ask for in a woman. He laughed at the fact that she still got up ten minutes before he did so that she could brush her teeth and get rid of her morning breath before she kissed him in the morning.

He couldn’t deny they were a match made in heaven, and all the shit they went through in the beginning, made it easy to sit back and love on each other now. Harmony no longer wanted a wedding in Cuba. They decided on a nice venue in Birmingham called the Historic Rucker Place. It was a nice and spacious place to have all their family and friends attend. The only thing that was holding the couple back from being husband and wife, was the fact that they had not set a wedding date.

Since Chozen’s mother didn’t have an escort because his father was no longer living, Chozen’s only request was that he would be able to escort his mother down the aisle. Harmony had not objections to that. Her only caution was his bachelor party.

I think you need a chaperone at your party, Harmony said jokingly, but in the back of her mind, she was serious.

How about this, I chaperon yours, and you chaperon mine.

We aren’t going to be doing anything. You have access to every stripper in the South. I am not going to even lie. Some of those bitches are bad as fuck, and if they are going to be sliding their asses on my husband to be, I at least, want to be there.

Shiiddd, you can come. I would love to see you in some girl on girl type of shit. My dick just got hard thinking about it.

I am sure you would, hence the reason your two other baby mamas are carpet munching on each other.

Chozen laughed.

Yo, I had nothing to do with that shit. They talking about combining my money. Hell, I have the kids more than them. They are always out of town, but that is cool. I love my kids being here with us. I love all three of my babies.

The truth was, if Harmony was home with the kids, she was out of his way. Chozen still had streets to run. It was nothing like having peace in the streets for a change. Silva Dolla was gone. The judge gave him life, probably because of his father’s bad history with the courts. Smooth was being a family man again, so it was just Chozen and Dillon. There was no drama… just nice and clean drug trafficking and distribution.

Chozen made no promises to Harmony that he couldn’t keep. He told her that he ran his businesses, and she could run the house, except the fact that he moved his mother in too, but she stayed in the other suite, out of their way.

I know you do, baby, but you are hardly ever here.

If you love the Prada shoes, Gucci purses, Versace dresses, and whatever other designers you have hanging in what used to be a his and hers closet that you have filled with just your shit, then I have to work.

I know, baby, but I can get a job.

Where? You know damn well no one is going to hire you. You told me you have been blacklisted. The best you will get, is a job being a meter maid, and I would go to jail every time someone stepped to you incorrectly about you giving them a ticket. Your best bet is to plan this wedding, go to Mommy and Me dates with the baby, shop, clean the house, and show up for the PTA, recitals, and anything else my other kids have when their mothers are out of town.

Harmony sighed. This was not the life she imagined. She was not a ‘sit back and let a man take care of her’ type of person. She was a go getter. She loved being a mom and wife, but she wanted her own. She still had her own condo, cars, money in the bank, and had recently started her own private investigation service.

She had a lot of time on her hands. When Chozen would leave, so would she. She had a live-in nanny that she could trust, her mother-in-law, who loved caring for the kids. Harmony laughed when she had asked for a car.

Mama, what kind of car you want? he asked.

A station wagon will do.

She seriously wanted a station wagon, and Chozen was so thrown off. He didn’t know what to do. Whatever she wanted, he got. That was his mother, so he bought her a Mitsubishi Mirage, only to find out that she didn’t even have a driver’s license.

Mom, you used to drive us all the time.

Yeah, but your father never let me take the test.

Chozen took her to take her test, she got her license, and now she was on the go. Harmony would use that to her advantage. Harmony would send her to the store with the baby, knowing that she would be gone for hours. That gave her time to jump start own business.

You are right, babe. I am sorry that I asked.

No worries. I am going to be a little late tonight. We have to ride down to Gulf to catch a shipment.

No problem.

Chozen finished getting dressed and left out the house. He could sense that Harmony had more to say, so he left before they got into an argument. Chozen wanted a woman like his mother. She never questioned his father. She just let what he said be the beginning and the end to a conversation.

Before he headed to the Gulf, he had to stop by his father’s old church. He owned the property, and the members begged him to let it stay. It was a central location and easy for the old folks to get to so that they could worship. Chozen was no pastor, so he had to appoint a new pastor. That was what his meeting was about.

Mrs. Jackie, the Sunday school teacher, had arranged for her nephew to come for an interview. Chozen couldn’t help but wonder what type of Pastor he was because, his Aunt Jackie was a saved, filled with the Holy spirit, blessed with the gift of discernment, and a drug dealer. Mrs. Jackie drove a clean black and chrome tricked out 2005 Cadillac Deville. She wore the baddest three-piece dress suits money could buy. Her salt and pepper colored hair was always kept in finger waves and curls, and when she stepped out her car, she would always place the biggest hat on her head.

Mrs. Jackie was well put together for her age. She was in her mid-sixties and looked younger than most of the women in the clubs. From her stiletto shaped painted nails, down to her snake print pumps, back up to the tip top of her hat, Mrs. Jackie looked good. She could recite any portion of the bible while she was breaking down coke and bagging nickel bags or purp.

Hey, Mrs. Jackie. How are you?

I am good, son. How are you and your mom holding up since the passing of your father?

We are good… holding on strong with the Lord.

Yes, He is the same merciful God that He was yesterday and will be the same tomorrow. God’s hands never change, and He is always listening and watching. I would like you to meet my nephew, Bernard, but we call him Bernie. Bernie has been preaching since he was twelve years old. This boy is a powerhouse for the Lord, and he can pray any soul clean, no matter how black it is.

Mrs. Jackie looked at Chozen over the top of her glasses as she spoke.

Amen! Nice to meet you, Bernie.

"Nice to meet you as well. I have heard a lot about you and your family. I have never had my own church, and though I hate