We Beat The Streets Novels & Stories

The trip from where he was should take a half an hour. He pulled up to the street he lived on and found the entire street lined with cars. As he parked the Van in front of his house because there were cars in his driveway. He got out and walked up the driveway and to the front door. When he opened the door he walked into chaos but it was somewhat organized. As he walked into the house he saw his co-workers on the force bringing up boxes and he looked and saw Deanna on the couch shaking her head at the men in the house.

Hudson happens to be a brilliant man, who hails from the city of New Jersey, but later he settled at broad way and for the past three years, he was seeing constantly on Arlington Avenue. The Saxons, led by Sean Damon, wanted a rematch against the Maximus Prime our own dance crew and so they challenged us to a straight edge street dance battle, meaning everything and anything goes from pango to samba, samba to krunk, ballet, cha-cha, break dance, free style, stunts just name it. It was design to be one hell of a street war, the toughest of all streets dance battles.

“I didn’t know you could fight like that? “said Mika, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “Well what can I say? Growing up in the rough streets of Joburg. You eventually learn how to walk, talk and fight like all kids from the ghetto. I was once attacked by a group of innocent looking men. They wore classic blazers, you could swear they owned businesses as in large corporates.” I said.

There was thick black smoke in the sky, the streets were full of emergency vehicles rushing to the site. While I was still in a daze DJ budged into my room. “They are here.” It did not take rocket science to figure out who ‘they are, the Bratva was here, this is their style, they are loud, violent, and messy. “I can tell,” I say to him, even a fool can tell that there is a different player in J City and that things are going to change. “Let’s go have breakfast in the restaurant downstairs,” DJ suggests I know that he just wants to get the feel of things outside.

The city had a rhythm, a heartbeat, and Aire felt it pulsing through her veins as she stepped back into the streets she once knew. Every corner carried a memory: the graffiti-streaked wall where she had once laughed with friends, the corner store where she learned how to hustle without getting played. But this time, she walked with eyes wide open. Nothing would take her by surprise. Not Trevon. Not the streets. Not anyone.

Mason I cut through the crowd and drew eyes as I went. People were recognizing me and bowing their heads together in whispers they probably thought I couldn't hear. “Holy shit. Is that Mason Thomas?” “Who’s Mason Thomas?” “That’s the guy who won The Streets five years in a row. The one with the beef with Mark Denning.” “Hey, look. That’s Mason Thomas!” “He’s the one who married Evelyn Thomas.” “He’s the Street King.” I kept my attention straight ahead and ignored the attention. When I made it back to my car, Rick was there with another guy. They shook hands and bumped shoulders as I came around the hood. It was Benji, my best friend, and he threw an arm around my shoulders.

Now. “We need to get people off the streets,” Adrian said. “And where do we put them?” I asked. He didn’t answer. Because there was no safe place anymore. Another pulse. Stronger. Closer. The ground beneath us trembled. And then— A crack split through the pavement. Right in the middle of the street. People screamed. Backed away. Too slow. A thin, twisted arm shot up from the crack, grabbing the nearest person and pulling them down. The scream cut off instantly.

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Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

I hear a scream from the alley on my left My feet are fast and my heart drums in my chest, tasting blood in my mouth already if someone hurts her. “Leave me alone!!!” “Aaaaahhhhh” I hear her scream again and I reach the entrance of the alley. She's pushed to the ground by four grown men, shock in her eyes “What’s a fatty like you doing on the streets uh? Did your daddy disown you?” the one in the middle kicks her leg the others laughing “Yeah that's not happening on my watch” I walk forward quietly walking towards them, I tap the one in the middle. “You might want to stop that” I place my hands behind my back.