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Here’s to being fucked and loving books. Or being fucked while reading books… who said thatttt?
My desk faced the view of the infamous park that was stolen from us, just like everything else in this country.
He didn’t trust him. If he had a valid reason other than the fact that the man put steak sauce on his steak, then I would have been ready to ride behind his reasoning.
I didn’t care how they got their money, because the more they popped they pussy, the more the Casellis ate.
Tiny’s was a spot where you didn’t have to worry about splitting the bill and having the server run several different cards. You just knew, if you were bad enough, some nigga was gonna float his card over to your table and cover the tab.
I wanted to spoil her because that wasn’t something she was looking for.
While she worried about Menace, I never gave a fuck. Who the fuck died and made him in charge of who I wanted to be with? Menace kidnapped his fucking wife and fell in love with her. The nigga wasn’t qualified to set any rules on who could and couldn’t be together.
With Stevie, I watched how he was and took notes. He cared for and loved her, and he wanted to spoil her. Make her life easier because it had been complicated thus far. He was a Menace to the world, but a saint to her.
Kennedy was fucking hardheaded, but I wanted to be the man who changed that. Allow her to lean into me so I could be hard for both of us.
She was wearing a replica bag and had haggled the Chinese sellers down to her price. “Looks good.”
“Well, look at you being so nice and holding Kindle-esha,”
She waved her hand around the car. “You’re Black, rich, and fine… how does it feel to be God’s favorite?” she repeated her question and laughed.
“Sometimes losing people isn’t that bad. It propels us to where we need to be. People can hold us back without us even realizing the shit.”
Her niche was being the girl on the Brooklyn stoop next door. She was laid back, chill, and had many hobbies and interests, and the brands that she mostly posted about understood that. She wasn’t trying to be like every content creator chick; she was being her, and it fit her vibe so well. Even in that dress she wore earlier, I could tell that wasn’t really her vibe.
I looked down at my engagement ring that I had just slid on my finger this morning. When I saw Landon walk into Tiny’s the other night, I quickly slipped it off my finger to avoid him seeing and asking questions I wasn’t ready to answer yet.
Ignoring things until they no longer hurt was my specialty. I liked living by the out of sight and mind philosophy.
“You would give up on having actual love for security.”
“Yes. I saw what love does to you. It can be beautiful, and it can also be war.
They tried to make me jealous, not realizing you couldn’t make a nigga like me jealous.
I could see the way he kept giving me warnings to get out of his space. Allowing me the chance to change my mind because he didn’t want to put his hands on me. He rubbed his hands together until I charged at him, and he pulled his pants up and put me on my neck.
“So, basically fuck me, my wife, and our baby?” I heard my brother’s voice behind me and saw him walking down toward us.
“Navy, I ain’t seen you in a minute.” Navy’s head shot up confused. “I’ve never been here.” Menace looked at her. “She said she gonna rob this fucking house, Wonder? We just letting anybody up in this bitch now, huh? Fuck security clearance and safety now, right?”
“Maverick, I am pretty sure there are laws against that. You cannot hold this woman hostage because your wife needs to touch some grass every once in a while.”
“Can’t smoke weed, Kora… I am pregnant,” Stevie shot back, and I walked away because I couldn’t stop laughing.
I swiped up on her kindle and she tried to grab it from me. “Nah, don’t be shy now… what you be reading about?” “Fucking,” she blurted.
Navy Bleu was trouble.
Documenting my entire life and showing girls that it was alright to choose you and be yourself.
“Get lost in a book. Then maybe you wouldn’t be crashing out all the time,” I teased her, and she sat down beside me.
He constantly shit talked Jaiden Cooper, because before the endorsements he had money.
Driving around in a foreign car wasn’t new to Jaiden. He sported a simple gold chain, and he was so humble whenever he spoke in interviews. He spoke on his older sister and how he wouldn’t have been in this space had it not been for her and their family.
He thought he had Greene so controlled that she wouldn’t call her family and we pulled up like roaches.
“Cry on my shoulder… burden me with your tears because I can tell it’s not something you do often. Allow me to hold you because you don’t want anyone else to hold you. Give me that.”
“Then what we gonna do to prevent that? Can’t keep running into you by chance. I’m real intentional with the way I do shit, Bleu.”
knew like hell a book bae from my kindle didn’t emerge in real life.
“Shorty need to get some dick… like a damn rabid dolphin,” Landon said as we walked down the block.
He handed him the key fob, and my father’s head shot up. “A fucking Bentley… the fuck do you do?”
Don had the kind of dick that would have you looking for him in the daytime with a flashlight, and a bitch ain’t never had dick that good.
“Fuck you so damn tight… you gripping my shit, Bleu… tell me what else you need? Let me know… I wanna make shit easy for you.”
“Why you staring at me like that?” he questioned. I was staring at him like I would pop out of a jar of relaxer if this nigga gave this dick to someone else. Still, I had to play it cool because no attachments. Right?
Navy was smoking fucking blue magic if she thought we were strangers after the way I fucked her.
The kind of pussy she had, she could walk around slapping bitches because she felt like it. And if she ever decided to start, I would be right there, making sure a bitch didn’t even blink.
She was a part of me now, and now I needed her Social Security number so I could add her to my health insurance. Needed them teeth strong, so when I slid her back onto this dick her teeth could take it.
Have a nigga fighting with the state because he had a death certificate, and was legally considered dead, but was still breathing. If she didn’t want me to fuck anybody else, then I would put every bitch on hold for her. As long as I knew I could fuck the shit out of her.
“The no attachment shit hard for me. I get attached quick, Bleu.”
“Had meatloaf for dinner.” He sounded like he had been personally victimized, and needed some emotional support, but didn’t know who to call.
“Who the fuck willingly eats meat cake, Don? You eat that shit? I ain’t never seen that shit made before.”
“You can’t run from your wife, Menace.” “Wow, Don.” “What?” “You said you hate your fucking brother and want him to die… shit fucked up.”
Navy was in her own world as she navigated the train stations like she was a fucking Ninja Turtle or some shit.
I’m the kind of man, and have been raised by one, who protects women. Not every nigga thinks like that, so I need to protect mine.”
They ain’t even know with the way I was wrapped around Navy, I was about to fuck around and give her my last name, make her a billionaire, and retire the whole fucking family.
