Product Of The Street: Union City 5 (Product of the Street: Union City #5)

by E. Bowser

It’s time to make all these niggas remember the reason you wear white,”

Death is coming!

“Tell me why.”

“Because niggas will know that death is coming,” I intoned.

“That’s my good baby. See, it wasn’t that hard to let go, right? It’s not your fault. None of that shit was your fault. It was never your fault,”

“Is that what it is, Shantel? If you need to cum to stop fucking moving and go to sleep, you can just sit on my face,”

I ain’t see this coming at all

“Aight, aight, my nigga, I’m lying. I’m just making sure I’m talking to Fransisco and not the rest of them niggas.

‘Be careful when creating different rooms inside of your mind, Thickness, you don’t want to create another voice in your head.’

That way, any and every time our paths cross, you will always come crawling right back to me, Shantel. You can’t escape us. Accept it,” I demanded.

I had a problem relaxing around people as it was, so to be completely at ease while someone else held my life in the palm of their hands told me all I needed to know.

I could count on one finger the number of times I allowed someone to have complete control and wield power over me.

Just one—just her.

I need you like I need to breathe. Tali Saunders, will you marry me?”