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About the Book:
Title: Living In My Father’s Dream: Weep Me Not
Author: Ms. Johnnie Renee
Publisher: JR Perez Imprint
Genre: Urban Fiction
A powerful love story, not between a man and a woman, but a real father and his Mafia-bred son ANTONIO "SHAWN" PEREZ, JR. The only grandson of a Mafia drug lord, Shawn wanted to become a drug dealer at the age of twelve, but his dad said no. Just to teach Shawn that drugs are a killer, his dad made him sit in a country chair and watch him OD. Twenty-one years later, and still mentally screwed, all Shawn wants now is to be free from the memories of his dad's death, and for his grandfather to stay out of his life. Little did Shawn know, that the day he sat in that chair, his grandfather saw his strengths to watch his dad die, and wanted him as a one-time hitman for the family. Now, in order to be free, he must complete the job assigned to him by his grandfather. His job: To kill the baddest drug dealer in the hood.
About the Author
Ms. Johnnie Renee is a first time author. She is the mother of an at-risk adult child, so she is accustomed to street life, visions, and dreams. Inspired by the eyes of a dead rapper, Ms. Johnnie Renee hopes that by writing this book (though it depicts street life) that a child's mind can be freed from violence, and drugs.
Her latest book is Living In My Father’s Dream: Weep Me Not.
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Commanding Officer Antonio “Shawn” Perez, Jr. remained calm while the Navy medically discharged him. With all the money his grandfather had, he didn’t care. He walked out of headquarters. He then stilled in disbelief. As the back door of the cab opened, bitterness seeped into his soul. His uncle Donny Perez, a family member he despised, stepped out of the cab. Donny walked up to him with two letters of unknown relevance in his hand.
“Naples is beautiful, isn’t it?” Donny said. “My great-grandmother was born here.”
Shawn didn’t look away from the deceit hidden in Donny’s hazel eyes. He searched them for just cause, until he spoke again.
“The family misses you, nephew. It will be nice having you home again.”
Shawn glanced at the idling cab, and then back at Donny. “You came all the way to Italy in a cab just to tell me that?” Shawn refused to adjust his frown causing Donny to view the grounds.
“It’s a nice place, wouldn’t you say? May I ask why you are getting out?”
“Who told you I was getting out?”
“Word gets around.”
“Can I help you with something?” Shawn said.
“Tony wants you to kill him.”
“Who?” Shawn winced. “Who is Richard Jackson?”
“A heroin king.”
“What does he have to do with me?”
“Mafia blood is a different breed. You know that. Unlike the Navy, you can’t just walk away from the family. But I guess you wouldn’t understand that since . . . you’re mixed?”
Shawn’s hand clenched. He drew it nearer to Donny’s chest.
“You know better than to raise your hand and hit me. You never have, and you never will.” Donny edged forward. “I have no doubt that you’re suffering mentally. However, you have avoided your obligations to this family long enough.”
“Your father is my brother. If he had allowed you to leave the family, how would that have changed your mentality? You would still hate Tony.” Donny stepped back. “I know your father taught you better. In this family, you can’t just walk away.”
“I already have. I want nothing to do with that man or you.”
“That man is your grandfather. You need to put your hatred for him behind you.”
“How? I still see his eyes watching me the day I sat and watched my father breathe his last breath. He allowed my dad to die, and I will always hate him for that. Furthermore, I will never forgive him for destroying my life. As I said, he has hurt me severely. I don’t want that man near me. I’m not doing a job for him, and I will do anything to keep him out of my life and Victoria’s.”