Chapter One
Stone Sweetwater's life had taken a turn that he did not anticipate. He’d accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior at a time when he was the most unlikely person on earth to do so.
Until that point he’d lived his life as a flocker. He robbed the rich and kept the goods for himself. He couldn’t do this alone. He relied on an exotic dancer, a good friend, named Candi. They’d gotten good bread together. Then she was found murdered and left behind a dumpster behind a Santa Monica apartment building.
This news came after a long and tragic day for his family. His brother Marcus, at the time California's most successful Century 21 real estate broker, was arrested for money laundering and fraud. Come to find out he had a secret house in West Hills that he'd taken Candi to for some devious sex acts.
Stone had robbed the house (not knowing it was his brother's secret spot with the body of his fugitive Irish crime partner freshly buried in the backyard) for several hundred thousand dollars in cash and a large Coach bag of good marijuana, which he promptly sold; he was already crazy enough without adding anything to the mix.
Upon finding out that Marcus was being arrested he went with his sister Lillian to her husband's office, then a high profile sports agent, to find him sexing another man on his desk. Lillian was shook, but Stone always knew that her husband was on the DL.
It was already nearly too much for Stone to handle. What he did succeed in doing was purchasing an apartment unit and agreeing to marry his longtime girlfriend, a virgin, who had yet to give in to his sexual demands; he tried to reason with her that engagement was just as good as getting married.
She was really trying his patience with this no-sex thing. There was only so much phone sex and head she could give him. She wouldn't even let him fuck her in the ass.
Stone heard the small feet tapping up the stairs before the big hazel eyes peered through the door at him. "Good morning uncle Stone," Serena called, her eight-year-old body poised to bounce across the hardwood floor and leap to join him in bed.
Stone pretended to be asleep, quickly pulling the heavy comforter over his wooly afro. Serena's giggles followed quickly, soon replaced by her playful hand and soft words. "You're not sleeping!" More laughter as she struggled to peel away the comforter.
"Is he up yet?" came the matronly voice of his mother. Stone could picture Mabel standing at the bottom of the narrow stairway with a spatula in her hand. He could smell the fresh blueberry pancakes she was preparing for breakfast.
"He's pretending to be asleep!" Serena giggled out just as Stone threw back the cover and grabbed her into his embrace.
Her shrieks filled the attic space he used for his room. It had always been this way. His mother had been constantly chided (by her two older children) to make the twenty- five year old Stone get his own place and grow up. What his older siblings, Marcus and Lillian, didn't understand was that he had more money and sense than both of them combined. And now he had the daughter of his dead friend to look after. It was for Serena that he was committed to finding Candi's killer. And the fact that she was a good friend.
"Is he up?" This was a new voice. Lillian. She would be in his room in a matter of seconds, Stone knew. After finding her husband sexing a man she'd moved back home. So much for being grown and on your own, Stone reasons as he assured Serena that he would be down soon, giving her instructions to head off Lillian and take her back downstairs.
Serena smiled mischievously, her hazel eyes glittering with her mission, as she bound from his cloying embrace. Two long silky auburn braids erupted from above her ears like thick ropes. They bounced across her shoulders joyously as she skipped across the large
Stone Sweetwater's life had taken a turn that he did not anticipate. He’d accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior at a time when he was the most unlikely person on earth to do so.
Until that point he’d lived his life as a flocker. He robbed the rich and kept the goods for himself. He couldn’t do this alone. He relied on an exotic dancer, a good friend, named Candi. They’d gotten good bread together. Then she was found murdered and left behind a dumpster behind a Santa Monica apartment building.
This news came after a long and tragic day for his family. His brother Marcus, at the time California's most successful Century 21 real estate broker, was arrested for money laundering and fraud. Come to find out he had a secret house in West Hills that he'd taken Candi to for some devious sex acts.
Stone had robbed the house (not knowing it was his brother's secret spot with the body of his fugitive Irish crime partner freshly buried in the backyard) for several hundred thousand dollars in cash and a large Coach bag of good marijuana, which he promptly sold; he was already crazy enough without adding anything to the mix.
Upon finding out that Marcus was being arrested he went with his sister Lillian to her husband's office, then a high profile sports agent, to find him sexing another man on his desk. Lillian was shook, but Stone always knew that her husband was on the DL.
It was already nearly too much for Stone to handle. What he did succeed in doing was purchasing an apartment unit and agreeing to marry his longtime girlfriend, a virgin, who had yet to give in to his sexual demands; he tried to reason with her that engagement was just as good as getting married.
She was really trying his patience with this no-sex thing. There was only so much phone sex and head she could give him. She wouldn't even let him fuck her in the ass.
Stone heard the small feet tapping up the stairs before the big hazel eyes peered through the door at him. "Good morning uncle Stone," Serena called, her eight-year-old body poised to bounce across the hardwood floor and leap to join him in bed.
Stone pretended to be asleep, quickly pulling the heavy comforter over his wooly afro. Serena's giggles followed quickly, soon replaced by her playful hand and soft words. "You're not sleeping!" More laughter as she struggled to peel away the comforter.
"Is he up yet?" came the matronly voice of his mother. Stone could picture Mabel standing at the bottom of the narrow stairway with a spatula in her hand. He could smell the fresh blueberry pancakes she was preparing for breakfast.
"He's pretending to be asleep!" Serena giggled out just as Stone threw back the cover and grabbed her into his embrace.
Her shrieks filled the attic space he used for his room. It had always been this way. His mother had been constantly chided (by her two older children) to make the twenty- five year old Stone get his own place and grow up. What his older siblings, Marcus and Lillian, didn't understand was that he had more money and sense than both of them combined. And now he had the daughter of his dead friend to look after. It was for Serena that he was committed to finding Candi's killer. And the fact that she was a good friend.
"Is he up?" This was a new voice. Lillian. She would be in his room in a matter of seconds, Stone knew. After finding her husband sexing a man she'd moved back home. So much for being grown and on your own, Stone reasons as he assured Serena that he would be down soon, giving her instructions to head off Lillian and take her back downstairs.
Serena smiled mischievously, her hazel eyes glittering with her mission, as she bound from his cloying embrace. Two long silky auburn braids erupted from above her ears like thick ropes. They bounced across her shoulders joyously as she skipped across the large
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