Street Chic. Anthony Whyte

Street Chic - Anthony Whyte


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      Table of Contents

       Title Page

       77107

       Prologue

       CHAPTER 1

       CHAPTER 2

       CHAPTER 3

       CHAPTER 4

       CHAPTER 5

       CHAPTER 6

       CHAPTER 7

       CHAPTER 8

       CHAPTER 9

       CHAPTER 10

       CHAPTER 11

       CHAPTER 12

       CHAPTER 13

       CHAPTER 14

       CHAPTER 15

       CHAPTER 16

       CHAPTER 17

       CHAPTER 18

       CHAPTER 19

       CHAPTER 20

       CHAPTER 21

       CHAPTER 22

       CHAPTER 23

       CHAPTER 24

       CHAPTER 25

       CHAPTER 26

       CHAPTER 27

       CHAPTER 28

       CHAPTER 29

       CHAPTER 30

       CHAPTER 31

       Epilogue

       Copyright Page

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      Who you be?

      Met this two headed whore in midtown

      For skins, paid price, strapped up, tore it down

      One head on my jewels, the other sucking

      Working below stress, she wanted more

      I’m wisdom, mention me next time.

      “He who knows and knows he knows not;

      He is simple—teach him.”

      I dismissed her come on as yap.

      Others left chains and rings for less

      Diamonds and pearls served rich men

      “Shut your gap. Knowledge is power.”

      Was this trapping of my education?

      “He who knows not and knows not

      He knows not; he is a fool—shun him.”

      “At thirty, man suspects himself a fool;

      Knows it at forty and reforms his plan;

      At fifty chides his infamous delay

      Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve;

      In all the magnanimity of thought

      Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.”

      I laid Edward Young, Night Thoughts on her

      “He who knows and knows not he knows;

      He is asleep—wake him.”

      Walking proudly, left a tip on her stand

      Lost in the trap, she hurled what I’d given

      Failing to understand, calling my offering

      Nothing more than chump change

      Accusing me of bringing false blessing

      “He who knows and knows he knows;

      He is wise—follow him.”

       Prologue

      Claire smiled when she saw the way the swarm of police scrambled for cover. Dodging and ducking from the tremendous firepower coming from the shotguns in her possession. She fired again and again from her perch in the iron-sealed old abandoned warehouse. Claire felt power building in her mind. The same power she felt when she was running the park. She thought she had lost it. Watching her adversaries retreat confirmed what she felt. Claire never wanted to ever relinquish that feeling. She smirked, nodding and waiting. A stretch of calm followed the barrage. The police moved into strategic position, but were unable to completely surround the entire building. Parts of it had disappeared below ground.

      The police were tactically retreating with complete realization that shots were coming from only one side of the warehouse. Realizing that the girls were outnumbered and outgunned, the police opened fire and unleashed heavy artillery. The loud sounds of explosion crashed into what had been the silence of the uneasy, but temporary cease-fire. Squads of trained police teams moved in on the warehouse, firing powerful caliber weapons. The resulting explosions spread around the girls like wildfire. They could see that the sun was beginning to set.

      “A fine pickle we’re in, big sis,” Candace said, loading her weapons.

      “Are you giving me the sad song, Candy?” Claire asked with sarcasm. She watched Candace clutching the weapons. “How’s it?” she asked.

      “We’re running out of ammo,” Candace answered.

      “I


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