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Men wanted submission from women and didn’t earn that shit. I believed submission from a woman was something that you had to earn.
“Nigga, if it all goes left, we bringing that bitch right… fuck you mean.”
“Sometimes you just need to be alone with your thoughts, and you seemed so at peace out there, I didn’t want to disrupt that.” “How can my peace interrupt my peace?”
“You are beautiful. I appreciate you. I respect you. I know you’re worthy of all good things. You—” “You belong to me in the best way,”
raised my eyebrow. “Yes, what?” “Yes, Daddy,” she kissed me on the lips, and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her shoulder. “Remember, you the prize, not a possession, Joy.”
If she made one wrong move, then I was going to tell my grandson that his mama went to get milk, and her ass never came back. I would do whatever I had to do to protect my son and grandson.
Thank you for taking the risk and deeming me worthy while healing a broken heart that you didn’t break.”
“You haven’t spoken to your father?” “Of course, I spoke to him… he said your mother is a bitch with a crooked wig. Other than that, he hasn’t said anything. Why? Should he have told me something?”
Capp looked over at me. “Do you want Daddy to take care of him?” I looked into his eyes. “Please.” “It’s handled.”
“My baby told me she wanted me to handle you. What can I say, Ralph… I’m a sucker for her. Happy wife, happy life… feel me?” I winked at her, and Quasim took her back outside.
