Deuce (Dillinger Chronicles, #1)

by Kimberly Brown

Nobody called me fucking Stanley but my mama, and I hated that shit. I loved my pops, but I couldn’t rock with his name. Whoever heard of a thug named Stanley?

“Pack you a bag. You’re coming home with me.” Just like that, I was sprung.

“No thanks is needed. Salima is my baby. Whether she likes it or not, as long as she’s mine, she’ll never have to struggle.”

“Either you gon’ be with me, I’m gon’ be with you, or we gon’ be together.”