SMALL BLURB:
“HONOR AND OBEY: MY ONLY RULE!”
A hierarchy of lies and deception: The true story of a woman bound to a man whose lust for power and greed turns deadly. A new age Romeo and Juliet, that crosses lines of loyalty and deception within Family, a Bonnie and Clyde true crime account based in the gangland streets of Los Angeles.
FULL BOOK DESCRIPTION:
“A kingdom will fall and rise with its successor. This family is a vessel strengthened by loyalty, a bond that can’t be broken by lust and greed. We all work. We all eat. I welcome you to this vessel, FOR LIFE!” Lock commanded.
While the appointed right hand man has fallen for the Queen-HBIC, and wears the colors of another land-hood, the left is jealous and makes a move for the thrown. Twelve Disciples… a King guarded by fear… and a woman looking to save him from total damnation despite her hearts content.
Will Lock’s reign end by the hands of his own men, or will they fight and die by his side? Will the promise of riches lead men to question the Kings laws? Who would you trust? Who would you fear the most? Looking down the barrel of a gun at the woman you have sworn to protect is crying blood at its other end. Has she too, had enough?
~HONOR AND OBEY~
There was a quiz each night,
A physical test of loyalty,
Take this money and deliver it… 45 minutes
I counted each dreadful second from damn near Pasadena to Inglewood.
Gun exercise, empty the clip and reload… 30 seconds.
I got used to sleeping with a nice nickel plate 9mm with a beautiful ivory bone handle…safety off…
BUT, content with death
I can still feel the snap of my arm being jerked outward in my attempt to flee his wrath;
I raised my right arm to shield myself from the blow;
Catching my arm in midair he assured me that everything was ok;
He was not angry;
I came from under a my ball of defense and relaxed my strained muscles only to catch the full blow of his furry;
My head jerked back and hit the stone fireplace;
The shock of the beating numbed the pain;
It wasn't until he said he was sorry that my bones began to ache;
During the hours we had company in my dorm apartment he would make a point to show how obedient I was;
He fed upon his desire to create fear in the hearts of his followers;
He was short in stature but, he was grizzly;
Days drifted into weeks;
He worked the dark streets of Los Angeles;
He smelt of trash, when he returned, still he held a hubris fortitude;
Happy to see that he had retained ownership, of my person and loyalty’s,
He would dare others to look at me;
For the life of me I couldn't understand why none of them had taken the opportunity to win back their freedom;
I’d given plenty of time and opportunity;
Motive floated in the air like a cloud of smoke from an uncontained fire;
Desire caused sweat to bead upon their brows and wet their palms.
“Cowards I screamed,” from my delirious mind;
My arms and legs were kicking and flinging as hard and fast as they could in my mind;
I burned them with my stares;
Mere boys claiming to be men holstering guns;
They are afraid to use,
But jump up and down in an attempt to prove themselves to another man;
A man with who is just as afraid as they were;
Under his wrath,
The lot of us;
Under lock and key…
~AIJA M. BUTLER~
“HONOR AND OBEY: MY ONLY RULE!”
A hierarchy of lies and deception: The true story of a woman bound to a man whose lust for power and greed turns deadly. A new age Romeo and Juliet, that crosses lines of loyalty and deception within Family, a Bonnie and Clyde true crime account based in the gangland streets of Los Angeles.
FULL BOOK DESCRIPTION:
“A kingdom will fall and rise with its successor. This family is a vessel strengthened by loyalty, a bond that can’t be broken by lust and greed. We all work. We all eat. I welcome you to this vessel, FOR LIFE!” Lock commanded.
While the appointed right hand man has fallen for the Queen-HBIC, and wears the colors of another land-hood, the left is jealous and makes a move for the thrown. Twelve Disciples… a King guarded by fear… and a woman looking to save him from total damnation despite her hearts content.
Will Lock’s reign end by the hands of his own men, or will they fight and die by his side? Will the promise of riches lead men to question the Kings laws? Who would you trust? Who would you fear the most? Looking down the barrel of a gun at the woman you have sworn to protect is crying blood at its other end. Has she too, had enough?
~HONOR AND OBEY~
There was a quiz each night,
A physical test of loyalty,
Take this money and deliver it… 45 minutes
I counted each dreadful second from damn near Pasadena to Inglewood.
Gun exercise, empty the clip and reload… 30 seconds.
I got used to sleeping with a nice nickel plate 9mm with a beautiful ivory bone handle…safety off…
BUT, content with death
I can still feel the snap of my arm being jerked outward in my attempt to flee his wrath;
I raised my right arm to shield myself from the blow;
Catching my arm in midair he assured me that everything was ok;
He was not angry;
I came from under a my ball of defense and relaxed my strained muscles only to catch the full blow of his furry;
My head jerked back and hit the stone fireplace;
The shock of the beating numbed the pain;
It wasn't until he said he was sorry that my bones began to ache;
During the hours we had company in my dorm apartment he would make a point to show how obedient I was;
He fed upon his desire to create fear in the hearts of his followers;
He was short in stature but, he was grizzly;
Days drifted into weeks;
He worked the dark streets of Los Angeles;
He smelt of trash, when he returned, still he held a hubris fortitude;
Happy to see that he had retained ownership, of my person and loyalty’s,
He would dare others to look at me;
For the life of me I couldn't understand why none of them had taken the opportunity to win back their freedom;
I’d given plenty of time and opportunity;
Motive floated in the air like a cloud of smoke from an uncontained fire;
Desire caused sweat to bead upon their brows and wet their palms.
“Cowards I screamed,” from my delirious mind;
My arms and legs were kicking and flinging as hard and fast as they could in my mind;
I burned them with my stares;
Mere boys claiming to be men holstering guns;
They are afraid to use,
But jump up and down in an attempt to prove themselves to another man;
A man with who is just as afraid as they were;
Under his wrath,
The lot of us;
Under lock and key…
~AIJA M. BUTLER~
