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In 2011 I brought you A Gangster's Melody, in 2012 I followed up with the sequel AGM2: A New York State of Mind. And now 13 years later instead of giving you a part 3 like you have all been waiting for...Let me take you back to where it all started with the prequel Sins Of My Father: The Travon Outlaw Story.

Sins Of My Father (The Travon Outlaw Story)
A Gangster’s Melody (PREQUEL)

“How many times did you think you could dig your dirty, filthy, thieving hands into my cookie jar without me finding out about it?” Donald said as he circled what used to be one of his most trusted employees.
Demetrius hung naked from two chains supported by beams in the ceiling of the abandoned warehouse he was being held captive at. Bloody lacerations covered his body and pints of blood spewed from his nose and mouth from the beating he received from D.J. and Sonny; Donald’s two oldest sons and most trusted and loyal soldiers.
“Don man I swear to Jesus Christ I was gonna put the money back. I just been going through some things at home and needed a little something to float me until s**t got straight. Man you gotta believe me.” Demetrius pleaded through gasps of air and gobs of blood.
“Nigga we been down for twenty something years. You could have just asked for the fu***ng money. “Don said dousing Demetrius with liquid from a plastic canister.
Demetrius screamed in agony as the liquid seeped into every laceration and burned like the pits of hell.
“Don I was ashamed man. I was ashamed to come to you again. You kept helping me and I just kept fu***ng up. I didn’t want to let you down again man.” He wept as his arms felt like the chains were going to rip them from their sockets.
“You know what Meechy? You’re right. You do keep fu***ng up, and I do keep bailing you out, and I am disappointed. You got that fine ass wife at home and them beautiful babies. Meanwhile all you can do is trick on crack hoes using my motherfu***ng money chump!” Donald said slapping Demetrius viciously across the face with his .357 while releasing a puff of smoke from his Cuban cigar.
“Please Don. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll work for free. I’ll put the mone

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DADDY IS A BAD BOY:THE MAKING OF A MONSTEROUS MOGUL

PROLOGUE

The lights in the mansion were dim, casting long shadows on the marble floors. The soft hum of expensive electronics buzzed in the background, almost drowned out by the bass-heavy music that leaked from the party downstairs. But up here, in the master bedroom, it was quiet—eerie, unnatural.
Carter "Daddy" King leaned against the wall, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow of the city skyline outside the glass windows. His eyes, usually filled with the spark of charm that had won him the world, were hollow tonight. He stared blankly at the lifeless body lying across the bed—the mother of his children, Vanessa.
Her skin, once warm and soft, was now pale, her lips tinged with blue. An empty champagne glass sat on the nightstand, beside a small mirror dusted with white powder. To anyone else, it would look like just another overdose. Tragic, but predictable, in their world of excess. A woman who couldn’t handle the lifestyle—a sad but familiar story.
But Carter knew better. He had watched her spiral for months, seen the pain in her eyes that mirrored his own. She had threatened to leave, to take their children, to expose him. She said she was tired of his games, of the drugs, the s*x parties, the endless control. She wanted out—and worse, she had the means to destroy everything he had built.
He couldn’t let that happen.
Carter’s hands trembled as he lit a cigarette, taking a long drag as he replayed the night in his mind. He remembered her begging him to stop, telling him she’d keep quiet if he let her go. But Carter had heard that lie before. He knew she’d never be able to keep her mouth shut, not with the things she’d seen. Not with the things he’d done to her.
He glanced at the door, hearing footsteps approaching. His personal security detail would find her soon. They’d take care of it, just like they had taken care of everything else. This wasn’t the first body he’d had to bury—not the first life he’d ruined to protect his empire. And it wouldn’t be the last.
As Carter exhaled a cloud of smoke, he felt the familiar surge of power rise inside him. He had always thrived on control, on being the one who pulled the strings. And even now, with Vanessa’s lifeless body before him, he knew he would emerge unscathed. The world would mourn her, but they’d never know the truth. No one would ever connect the dots.
Vanessa was gone, just another casualty in his twisted, manic pursuit of power. The industry would keep turning, the money would keep flowing, and Carter "Daddy" King would remain untouchable.
He crushed the cigarette into the ashtray, casting one last glance at the body of the woman who had once loved him. The woman who had dared to challenge him.
“Rest in peace, baby,” he whispered, turning his back on her for the final time.
As he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, he felt nothing. Not guilt, not sadness. Only the rush of knowing he still held all the cards.
Carter King was a bad boy, and in his world, that meant he always won.
But even monsters have their limits. And Carter was about to find out just how far he could fall.

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