Frame Me

Frame MeBy RomanThis book is dedicated to the readers who gave this book a chance.NOTEFirst of all, let's get the geography right.There's a city called Ranem. Ranem has twelve blocks.The two explored in this book are Gulden and Odton. Odton's unofficial name is Ganghaven.I don't want you getting confused. Please, if you like the book, feel free to leave a review. It won't hurt.I apologize in advance for any grammatical and structural errors you might come across, I'm trying to get the book edited.For feedback; my Facebook username is Ginika Chi. Feel free to reach out.Secondly, if you feel like reading my other work, please do so. I have another book by the name The Lycanthrope Huntress.If you're a fan of suspense and fantasy, I suggest you give it a try.Happy reading,Ginika/Roman.  

“Then don't go back to O.G. You two are young boys with your whole lives ahead of you. Don't waste your lives doing his dirty work. You're either going to end up in jail, or dead before you're thirty.” Gabe advised. “Or we could end up filthy rich with lots of ice and bitches.” The other boy smirked. “Now, this is the last time we'll ask nicely. Where's the money?”“Gabe? Is everything alright?” Came Ruth's worried voice from inside.“Yeah. Yeah! I'm fine!” Gabe shouted.“You better give it to us, or we'll involve your wife.” The boys threatened.“How much do I owe you?” Gabe asked.“Two hundred bucks.” One said.“I don't have it on me.” Gabe said.Suddenly, a shot rang out, and Gabe fell to the floor, blood oozing from the bullet wound in his chest.“Damn! Bro, what'd you do that for?” Th

Meanwhile, on the other side of the block, another gang leader was about to wreak havoc on another enterprise. His name was Asher Mason, but everyone called him Ash. He was tall and lean but still with enough muscle to indimidate people if and when he wanted.He had brown hair, a sculpted jaw, full sensual lips and green eyes.Many women came onto him, wanting to be his baby mama or mistress, but he sent them all away.His gang, called the Sopranos, was also another gang to be feared in Ganghaven. At first, people hadn't taken them seriously, but after Ash had singlehandedly put eight men in the ICU without any weapon, people had learned to respect them.Asher and his crew of five men knocked on the door of a storage facility and waited.“Who's you?” Someone asked from inside.“It's the Sopranos. Open up, we've got business to discuss.” Ash said.“Shit!” The voice exclaimed.“Now, now.

Ash was actually very angry as he entered the diner. His friend and contact in the police force had been posted to patrol the streets of Gulden, not Ganghaven. Ash didn't understand why the cops left a place that was in dire need of their presence, and went to a place that was already full of 'em. It was grossly unfair, if you asked him.Ash shook his head and sighed. That was the problem, nobody cared enough for Ganghaven, he thought. He wondered if it was a crime to be born into a low-income earning family.His scowl intensified when he saw that his usual table at the diner was taken. Upon further examination, he found that the three women who'd taken up his space were actually beautiful. That wiped the scowl off his face. Maybe he could join them; flirting with beautiful women always put him in a good mood.As he walked up to them, he saw that one of them had a tattoo sleeve. But that wasn't his problem. His problem was one of the tattoos. It was one of a haw

“Mum, there's a huge drug deal going down in Ganghaven during the weekend.” Jo said as she sat down and grabbed a fork, waiting for her mother to dish her share.“Have you informed the cops?” Ruth asked as she divided the pie into two unequal shares, leaving the smaller part for herself and sliding the larger part over to Jo.Jo dug into her pie, taking some huge spoonfuls before she replied, “Yes. But they don't seem to be interested in whatever happens here,” with her mouth full.Ruth looked terrified, “Jo, you might be the leader of one of the most feared gangs in Ganghaven, but you're still my daughter and you'll act like it! Don't talk with your mouth full.” “Sorry, Mum.” Jo said, before she caught herself and covered her mouth. After she'd swallowed the sweet pie, she spoke, “The police aren't interested.”“That's sad. We're always treated differently down her