Sonny F Black
Year of publication: 2011
PROLOGUE 2003 Go ahead, you black cock sucker. I want you to do something stupid, so I can toe-tag your ass. D-Murder thought about it, but seeing the half dozen or so guns pointed at him he knew hed never win. As carefully as he could he laid his pistol on the floor and got on his knees. Before he could even raise his hands the officers dog piled on him, and they began punching him in various spots, trying to bend his arms at impossible angles. Lying on his stomach, D-Murder looked around the ...