Deuce (Dillinger Chronicles, #1)

by Kimberly Brown

I’m not a woman that likes to be told what to do. Maybe he’s used to docile women, but that ain’t me. I talk back, and I don’t listen. Your brother will learn that.”

“Does this make you uncomfortable, Salima?” Jaeda asked. “Your brother put a gun to my head, then showed up at my house the next morning, handing me ten grand in cash. Pardon me if I’m a little cautious of your family. I’m

“Stop looking at my ass, Deuce,” she said, not even looking back. “Tell your ass to stop looking at me.”

Do women really find your arrogance attractive?” “Most of them come for the dick. If I put this shit in your life, I guarantee you’ll overlook my arrogance.”

“Who said I wanted a man? I rather enjoy being single. Men are a headache, and too many of y’all think with your dick. Not only that, you want us to be submissive when you give nothing to submit to. You need to bring more to the table than dick and orgasms.”

“Bitch… if you ever think you’re bold enough to offer my nigga some of your loose ass pussy, you’re gonna be sipping your meals through a straw by the time I get done with you.”

know what the perfect woman looks like. What I do know is I’m not letting up on you, so either we are gonna be together or I’m murking every nigga that finds himself in your face.” “Stanley!” “I’m dead ass. You think I’m about to let another nigga fall for your smart-ass mouth or so much as sniff your pussy? You’re mine. Point, blank, and the fucking period.”

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

“You ain’t hungry?” he asked, looking over at me. “I’m trying to figure out if Ms. Stephanie dropped you on your head as a child. I said I needed space.” “I gave you space. I slept in the other room.” “That’s not what I meant! I broke up with you.” “Correction, you tried to break up with me, and I said no.