Ain't No Love in the Bean: Part 1

Jaron · shongi

Dec 2014 · AuthorHouse

About this ebook

Trapped in a life of crime in the streets of Boston, on Christmas Eve 1992, Troy Jenkins, an upcoming drug lord with a notorious reputation, and his wife, Karen Jenkins, are murdered by Troys main comrade, Crook, over greed and jealousy, leaving his son, Jerome Jenkins, shell-shocked. News spread quickly about the murders, causing turmoil in the streets, and a lot of people sought revenge. Having close relations to Troys father, Roy Barros, a rising detective in the Boston police force, is determined to find the perpetrator, only to find himself caught in the cross fire. Angel, Troys protg, slowly starts to put the pieces together about his mentors death but decides to take revenge into his own hands before revealing to Jerome who took his parents off the face of the earth. He soon finds out Crook is a different force of nature. Jerome grows into a man only to follow into his fathers footsteps with one goal in life: to kill the people responsible for the loss of his parents. Along his way, he finds love with a beautiful young lady named Mercedes, and he decides to introduce her to his guardians only to later find out Mercedes is the daughter of Crook! This complicates the hell out of the situation because he is still unaware that Crook took his parents away from him. Trapped in a triangle, Jerome is forced to choose between hurting the only person he loves and avenging the deaths of the only bloodline he once had. Running out of time, Angel is forced to act sooner then he thought, but his plans backfire on him only to cost him his own life. An all-out war breaks out in this city, causing the truth and blood to spill on the streets of Boston.

About the author

My name is Jaron O’Bannon. The last five years have been a lot to take in. In the process of writing, I lost friends and family to the street life. Being incarcerated helped me find my craft; I say it was a blessing in disguise. There have been times when I had writer’s block and was stressed out that I didn’t think I would ever finish the novel. If it wasn’t for my persistence and ambition, I would never have finished the novel that I worked diligently on. I’ve put blood, sweat, and tears into my novel. I enjoy writing about my environment. My life has been a bumpy ride and is something like a roller coaster; one minute I’m up, and the next I’m down. I’ve delved deep down inside my soul and realized that this is everything to me. But most importantly, I’m thankful to be alive today. I wake up and thank God. I’m thankful to tell my story to the world. Because coming from where I come from, there’s no such thing as dreams. In the hood, it’s easy to get sidetracked and lose your focus. I’m doing this to show the youth and people where I’m from that it’s never too late to dream. Lord knows I seen just about it all. I’m not writing this story to try and glorifying anything. And most importantly, I’m doing this for my son. Family means everything to me. And of course, I can’t forget about you—my love, my heart, my confidant, Teasia Montgomery. I miss you with all my heart and soul. I will always love you forever . . . till my demise. I’ll see you again one day, baby, when it’s my time. But until then I’m gonna hold it down for our son and make sure he don’t want for nothing! Rest in paradise, TA, I miss you . . .

My name is Shongi Fernandes. Where I come from, guys in the neighborhood have no hopes and dreams. At one point in my life, I was thinking the same way; all I wanted to do was hustle and gangbang for my hood. I’m from Boston, Massachusetts, born and raised. I’ve been shot and stabbed in the same streets that I write vividly about in an eighteen-month time span. The one night I was stabbed, I almost lost my life in the process of trying to complete the novel. My partner, Jaron, was sitting in the county jail, fighting a case while putting the final touches on the book. I was once a young and reckless teen running through the hood with nothing to live for. At that moment, I really didn’t know any better. But going to jail slowed me down a lot, and that is where I started writing our book with my partner. Thinking back on everything I’ve been through, I feel proud of myself and my partner for completing this series of novels. I’m just trying to make an honest living out here now and will hopefully be able to bring my work to life and life to novels. There wouldn’t be anything in this world I would love to see than to see Ain’t No Love in the Bean being sold out in stores; it would be like a dream come true . . . I hope y’all enjoy our book. You can contact me through [e-mail].

My name is Jaron O’Bannon. The last five years have been a lot to take in. In the process of writing, I lost friends and family to the street life. Being incarcerated helped me find my craft; I say it was a blessing in disguise. There have been times when I had writer’s block and was stressed out that I didn’t think I would ever finish the novel. If it wasn’t for my persistence and ambition, I would never have finished the novel that I worked diligently on. I’ve put blood, sweat, and tears into my novel. I enjoy writing about my environment. My life has been a bumpy ride and is something like a roller coaster; one minute I’m up, and the next I’m down. I’ve delved deep down inside my soul and realized that this is everything to me. But most importantly, I’m thankful to be alive today. I wake up and thank God. I’m thankful to tell my story to the world. Because coming from where I come from, there’s no such thing as dreams. In the hood, it’s easy to get sidetracked and lose your focus. I’m doing this to show the youth and people where I’m from that it’s never too late to dream. Lord knows I seen just about it all. I’m not writing this story to try and glorifying anything. And most importantly, I’m doing this for my son. Family means everything to me. And of course, I can’t forget about you—my love, my heart, my confidant, Teasia Montgomery. I miss you with all my heart and soul. I will always love you forever . . . till my demise. I’ll see you again one day, baby, when it’s my time. But until then I’m gonna hold it down for our son and make sure he don’t want for nothing! Rest in paradise, TA, I miss you . . .

My name is Shongi Fernandes. Where I come from, guys in the neighborhood have no hopes and dreams. At one point in my life, I was thinking the same way; all I wanted to do was hustle and gangbang for my hood. I’m from Boston, Massachusetts, born and raised. I’ve been shot and stabbed in the same streets that I write vividly about in an eighteen-month time span. The one night I was stabbed, I almost lost my life in the process of trying to complete the novel. My partner, Jaron, was sitting in the county jail, fighting a case while putting the final touches on the book. I was once a young and reckless teen running through the hood with nothing to live for. At that moment, I really didn’t know any better. But going to jail slowed me down a lot, and that is where I started writing our book with my partner. Thinking back on everything I’ve been through, I feel proud of myself and my partner for completing this series of novels. I’m just trying to make an honest living out here now and will hopefully be able to bring my work to life and life to novels. There wouldn’t be anything in this world I would love to see than to see Ain’t No Love in the Bean being sold out in stores; it would be like a dream come true . . . I hope y’all enjoy our book. You can contact me through [e-mail].