The Marriage Favor (Crenshaw Kings, #1)

by Shvonne Latrice

“Nah. When I’m working for pussy, I do shit a little bit more romantic than buying groceries and having the woman cook for me. I’m a hood nigga, but I know how to treat a real woman.”

“Regardless, Lisara, don’t no fucking body run me. Not in my professional life and for damn sure not my personal. Don’t fucking worry about Nori. That’s not gon’ be a problem. I’ll be damned if I pull the plug on a kid ’cause she not comfortable. I got you. I got him.”

Once in the whip with Steph, the shit hit me. I fought a lot and talked a lot of shit, but that was my first body.

Honestly, the reason I cheated was mainly her fucking fault. If she’d just ease the fuck up a little bit and understand that when I did entertain other females, it was simply for the good of my career or because I just wanted sex from their asses and nothing more, we’d be good.

whut 👁️👄👁️

“Trust me, Khari, you wanna feel this water at least one time without a raincoat.”

oh lord

“Don’t talk about my fiancée like that,”

this is actually crazy 💀

“I get that. If it makes you feel better, baby, I’m on my way out. I don’ made enough millions and shit to step back. Only reason I haven’t is because I ain’t found the right person to pass the crown to.”

“It’s too late for all that shit now. But don’t trip, baby. You gon’ learn to handle him.”

“My mother? My mama told you to stop fucking with me?”

If I was lucky, Nori would just leave a nigga. I knew that shit would never happen, though, because I’d gotten married on her, and she was still around.

“You show my mama some fucking respect and you’ll get yours. And don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to, Pop. You know I’ll whup yo’ ass. I’ll go against the world for my mama.”

“Is it? Or are you here because I’m rich and you wanna be known as my main bitch? You don’t wanna allow another woman in that spot.”

on about my day because that’s all it is. Was. You think I’d marry Tangie, sick son or not? Hell nah. I’d go to the local church and pray over that little nigga then wish him well.

“Aight. I’ll be to you in a little bit. I’ll have this dick with me too. You don’t act right when you hungry and ain’t been fucked, so we gon’ get you back on track in a lil bit.”

“Now we can talk this shit over and I can get you some help, or we can play the little game called who’s the most gangsta and spoiler alert, young bitch nigga, you not gon’ win. It’s up to you.”

“It’s ‘yes, sir’ until you start acting like the man you claim you are, young nigga.”

Yo’ mama is my wife, and I’ll be damned if I let anybody talk to her any kind of fucking way or be disrespectful. You do anything other than love her, you gon’ have to see me, and if you have to see me on the grounds of disrespecting my wife, I ain’t gon’ be as lenient as I have been. Heed to my warning.”

“Fuck is this? An X-ray?” “No, nigga, that’s our baby. You got me pregnant.”

“Nah, the fuck I’m not! You gon’ abort this muthafucka if it’s mine!”

help

I’d just killed a man, and the police was on my ass, unbeknownst to me. Prime warned me to tread lightly, yet here I was about to do the opposite of that. But I couldn’t let my gangsta be tested. If I didn’t accompany these niggas to rob Bean’s place, I would forever be a bitch in their eyes. So I was going.

he so damn stupid

“You show my wife the same respect you show me. This her dick, and if you wanna ride on it, you better ask her fucking permission, which we both know you ain’t about to do.

“I swear I can be a good side bitch. I won’t disrespect Lisara anymore!”

oh my god i pray this NEVERRRR minds me

“Nah. I suggest you take the rest of the day to figure out where you want these movers to take yo’ shit. I already have my accountant removing you from my credit cards, so whatever leftover cash you got, you better use it wisely.”

Keep running yo’ fucking mouth instead of finding shelter, and I’m gon’ turn that muthafuckin’ pool out back to a crime scene. Make that muthafucka the lake.”

I needed Nori to feel worse than me, because a bitch was hurt.

“Oh, you think so?” I got off the bed. “Prime is far from broke, and he paid me plenty of attention, mainly with that long, thick stick of his.”

“Oh, he did, bitch. I been fucking that nigga for the last year and a half. Those times I didn’t answer and told you I was with a little boo? Nah, I was fucking Chianti St. Thomas. I don’t regret it either. Some of the best orgasms in my life, and you didn’t deserve him. Every time I saw you do him dirty, I sucked the fuck out of that dick!”

oh myyyy

Do you wanna sit here and cry, or do you want to get rid of Lisara and get our nigga back?”

“Mine too, hoe. I’m not letting him go. So we can either agree to do this together, get that old arrangement back, or we can both be sad as fuck and depressed while Lisara runs off into the sunset with our nigga. Or I can work alone, and if I do that, I ain’t sharing a damn thing with you.”

Any man can buy any bitch a bag, a car, shoes, or shit, even a high-rise condo, but a man who invests in you got a different type of love for you, baby. That means he wanna see you win on yo’ fucking own, and I wanna see that shit.

I own a fucking bank. I give loans and shit to niggas I don’t even know. You think I ain’t gon’ give my wife one?”

“Oh, and if I have to have security throw you out, I will show up to that little hotel you’ve been staying at and dog walk you in the privacy of the room. Won’t have to worry about bourgeois ass onlookers there, so I can really get in that ass.”

“You definitely mine,” I spoke to it. “Even if ya owner tries to dip on me, she leaving you behind in a fucking drawer or something.”

“Came to bring you a new watch because you clearly don’t know what fucking time it is. If you did, yo’ ass would be at home, feeding and fucking yo’ man like you ’sposed to.”

“You not my girlfriend or some little bitch I’m fucking on. You Mrs. St. Thomas, my wife, and this not how we deal with shit. When we got an issue, we address it and move forward. Ain’t no fucking running.”

“I don’t want no miscommunication, no running, none of that shit. I wanna love yo’ ass, make you happy, show you what the fuck it feel like when a man loves the fuck out of his woman. If we gotta sit in a muthafuckin’ room for twenty-four hours to get on the same page, that’s what we gon’ do. Ain’t no divorce ’round here. If you run, I’m gon’ always chase you, but I ask that you don’t make me do that shit. Stick with me. I’m yo’ nigga. I love you.”

“You hit her, I’m gon’ hit you.” Prime warned Tangie when she was about to stand up and hit my mother back. She promptly plopped her ass back down in the chair.

“You lying like a muthafucka, but even if you wasn’t, who the fuck they gon’ snitch to? The police? Bitch, I am the police. I’m the police, the muthafuckin’ mayor, the judge, and used to be yo’ muthafuckin’ daddy, too, but you didn’t know how to play yo’ fucking part.

All I want you to do is keep being the good ass mother you are, spend my fucking money, ride this dick, and enjoy life. No stressing with me.

putting this on my vision board