Elgin Lumpkin Jr. Novels & Stories

I read story after story of tragedy; whole families killed, children left orphaned, businesses destroyed… and then I came across the memorial piece for the Luna. A black and white image of her funeral took up the whole front page. The photographer had captured the shot from the side, showing Julius standing at her coffin, wearing a plain black suit, his head held high as he looked forward into nothingness. There was no evidence that he had shed any tears, in fact his face seemed to lack emotion altogether. It mirrored the face of the man who stood beside him, an older gentleman who I assumed was his father.

“Now, Miss Garrison this was someone you were intimate with, do you remember their name?” I looked at her realising what she was doing, “Yes, Luke.” “Do you remember his last name?” I blinked and blushed, “No.” “Do you remember what he looked like?” “Not really. Tall, skinny, blonde hair but not really any exact features.” “So, if he was sat in this courtroom today you would not be able to pick his face out of the crowd?” “No.”

"We have Alessio Jamal Luther and Antonio Ja'far Luther " "We have Alessio Jamal Luther, and Antonio Ja'far Luther."

Bo asked Levi. “It’s a Jamal Johnson,” Levi said to him and Bo laughed. “What’s a Jamal Johnson?” I asked him. “It means he’s doing this shit for free,” Bo said as he stood up. “What’s your beef with them, Alex? Why you want them dead so bad?” “They killed my father,” I said to him. “Go kick ass, man,” Bo said as he fist bumped me again. “Thanks Bo, I’ll text you when we’re done and drop the bags by Romeo’s place,” Levi said and Bo nodded.

She rubs her fingers again and continues. "As time went by and I realized you had a connection to the house, I figured maybe it went deeper. Quite frankly, it was driving me nuts that I couldn't piece together you and the other woman I saw in you. So, I did a little research at the library and I was right. I found some old newspaper pictures from right around the time Lilburn was established in 1890. Actually, it was still McDaniel until 1910, when it was officially named Lilburn. There was one photo in particular that caught my eye. It was a picture of Atticus standing next to the woman I saw in you. I couldn't believe it at first and ended up staring at it for a couple of minutes. But it a

I wrinkled my nose at their answers. "So, what're your thoughts? Darien…" June pointed to the creep himself as he laughed with some guys from the cabin he’s in charge of. " Marcus…" she smirked, pointing to Marcus, who was tuning a guitar. "Or the ever-mysterious Mister Logan,” she sighed, pointing to Logan. I'm sure if this was a cartoon, my jaw would have comically hit the ground. Logan had taken off his shirt while he swung an ax, chopping firewood. Thick dark brown hairs covered Logan’s chest just as I had glimpsed this morning.

Waking up with such an awful dream was to face another terrible reality of her life. Well, this is her marriage: a marriage that still feels like a mystery and will always remain a mystery to her. She was mysteriously married to the Almighty Alexander Georgia: the billionaire mafia lord.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Fred lifts his hand, nodding his head and closing his eyes. "Now, son... Listen for a sec, please. I was out of line. Son, ever since the passing of your parents things got a little crazy. I went from being a single man with no inspiration, no responsibilities and living life full of party and liquor to having to take care of a ten year old boy. I remember the day you came like it was yesterday. You were a tiny boy, your blue eyes were empty, and filled with sadness. I didn't just lose my brother that day, but I also lost my happy go lucky nephew. And he was gone for a long... Long time." Fred says as his voice begins to break and his eyes fill with tears.