Wolfe & Chosyn (The Lost Borough: Gravehart Grove Book 1)

by Kellz Kimberly

"Put your hands on anyone else in here, and I'll bury your ass right where my heart be."

"Burning what he loved the most since burning his baby momma will land me in jail."

Every woman that passed by looked in my direction, giving me that twinkle, twinkle, come fuck me upon a star look.

"No one caring for you is the reason you're operating in survival energy. Let a real nigga be your protection and watch how softer your life becomes. You won't have to worry about surviving 'cause you gon thrive, sweetheart."

"Sweetheart, they didn't stop making guns when they made yours. We both got rounds. I don't wanna take it there with you, but your poison is my pleasure."

"Fuck with her... nah." I chuckled. "Marry her and shoot her shit up with my seeds... hell fucking yeah."

wanna spend time with you. If you're busy, I'm down to be passenger daddy. We not gon' make it a habit, but for the moment, I'm willing."

"Naturally, we hear a lot of things, but a silent mind at peace deciphers the truth."

Nah, Sweetheart, you're my future, so I gotta make sure I fix what broke in your past so we can fall in love in the present."

"You gon' quickly learn that nothing I do is 'cause I have to. I do what the fuck I want."

"Let this be the last time you mention anything about me having women. I told you before, Sweetheart, anyone I fucked hasn't been here. I've never truly dated anyone. The only woman I want to be comfortable in my home is you. Only woman allowed in my home is you."

"Lord, Jesus, and God, I pray that you hear me and hear me clear. Give any nigga who musters up the strength to think about tasting what I just tasted a change of heart. Crack from the 80s has been marinating in between these beautiful ass thick thighs, Lord, and I have fallen victim. I come to you asking to keep any and everyone who isn't me away from this pussy because I would hate to have to bury the entire male population where my heart be. Amen."

A mannn that prays

"Don't fucking run from me, Chosyn. A nigga gotta craving only you can satisfy." "Wolfieeee," she sang, and a nigga turned into a monster... the pussy monster.

"Your heart. When I put this dick in you, it's gon' be because you're mine. I mean that in the most possessive way possible. I'm selfish, and I hate to share when it comes to something I mark.

"Block my number again, and I'm on yo'' ass. Space isn't something I'm against you having. When you need it, tell me that. We're too grown for the blocking numbers and shit. I gave you a week to get your shit together. Do we need to speak about what happened, or are you good with the video?"

"It's a choice. You're worth listening to, so I listen. I study you, Chosyn. For me, I'm not chasing pussy. I'm chasing my future, so I'ma be patient with you because I can see you've been hurt before. I want you, Chosyn. It's that simple."

"Because I'm willing to move mountains to prove it. Every word, my every action will be proof that you can trust me. I wanna be the one to steady you when everything feels uncertain, the hand you reach for when the world is too heavy. I wanna be the light to your dark or vice versa 'cause I'm laying niggas out 'bout you. The reason you believe in love is that, with me, it'll feel like home."

"I'm chasing forever when I'm runnin' after you. I don't mind but don't have a nigga huffing and puffing for nothing. When the time's right, you gotta let me catch you, Sweetheart."

Wolfe had his hand out, holding an Amex card. "What's that?" I frowned. "Girl, don't be stupid. Take it and say thank you," Honey insisted. "Excuse my friend, she's not used to having a nigga who gives a fuck," River chimed in, taking the card from Wolfe. "I have money," I told him. "I want you to spend mine, tho'." He smirked, pulling me back into him. Kissing my lips, he hugged me tight, kissing my earlobe. "Unblock me."

Yes sir

"Fuck them glasses! Are you crazy or something? What possessed you to blow out my back tire?"

"That pussy of yours is what possessed me." Tingling and pleasurable aches flooded my body. "Don't trip, tho'. I'ma make sure your tire gets fixed. You got a spare?"

"Don't fuck up my baby," I warned the boy. "I got you, Mrs. Gravehart." Frowning, I went to turn away, but Crown pulled me by the back of my skintight leather dress, pinching the small of my back. "I like the way that shit sounds, Four. Mrs. Gravehart sounds sexy ass fuck. My nigga Ace is gon' bring you in. Don't go in the spot forgetting who your husband be, ight."

"I'm not. There's no ring on my finger." "Let me see that finger right quick." River tossed her left hand in my face. I grabbed her wrist with one hand and used my other to pull one of the black rubber bands from my braid. I happily popped that muthafucka on her finger. "We gon' have to use this as a ring 'til I can take you to pick something else out. Now, back to what I was saying.

You and I are not together. We're not married. This is a rubber band, not a ring." River popped the rubber band from her finger. "You luck I got another one." I pulled another one from my braid and placed it back on her fucking finger. "Four, stop playing with me like I ain't just tell you I'll kill every nigga on this earth over you."

"Them shits don't be dreams. There's nothing sweet 'bout the shit my mind forces me to relive." "I ain't mean it like that. I just didn't wanna call the shit what it was." "Nah, say that shit." "Nigga, you need me to bring a night light in this bitch?

Chosyn could play tough all she wanted. A nigga wasn't stressing. There was a reason I called her mean ass sweetheart. Shawty had the potential to be my heart, and soon enough, the sweet was going to get dropped. Shit, depending on how her ass acted when I pulled up on her tonight, her name might change to my heart.

Leaning against my baby, that was now sitting on what I presumed to be four flats, was fucking Wolfe. Our eyes locked, and he had the nerve to blow me a kiss.

"You out here letting a bum ass nigga from the 'jects slurp on my pussy?" I was pissed not because I looked down on niggas who lived in the projects, but dude was either trapping out this bitch and thought so low of my heart that he would eat my pussy in the trap, or my heart was letting a nigga not on her level eat my pussy. Either way, the shit was nasty work, and I was embarrassed for my baby.

"You fuck with ole dude?" The way she lowkey kind of stepped to me for dude wasn't sitting right with me. It fucked with my spirit a little bit. "Huh?" Chosyn jammed her finger into the elevator button before glaring at me like I was the muthafucka in the wrong. "Do. You. Fuck. With. The. Nigga. Gotta sound that shit out for yo' slow ass."

"You out here fuckin' with little people?" "He isn't a little person, Wolfe. He's the same height as me," Chosyn spat. "And you little as fuck in my eyes.

"To keep it a buck, ole girl over there got you in this fucked up position. See, she knew I wasn't wrapped too tight when we met. I killed her ex, then watched her burn his money. We're both fucked up in the head. Anyway—" I draped my arm over his short ass the best I could without fucking my back up. "I was fucked up 'bout her the second I watched that money turn to black dust, but then she let me taste the pussy, and a nigga went coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs. I mean, you get it right.

"Since you kept your apartment clean, and I appreciate that shit, I'ma call yo' ass an ambulance. Hopefully, they can realign yo' shit. Chosyn, let's go."

Brooooo

"The nigga gotta be smarter than that." I shrugged. "And what did you need the belt for?" "To beat his ass like the child his height resembles." "Wolfe!" Chosyn was gnawing at the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. "Deadass! Nah, but call that nigga an ambulance."

"Wolfe." "I call you my heart because, like my heart, you're the one thing I can't escape."

"That nigga said you be squirting." "And do." She smirked. "Yeah, ight! I hope yo' ass not sleepy. I'ma eat the pussy until you spray my sheets like a super soaker." Chosyn laughed, probably thinking I was playing. Fav Eater. I scoffed at the thought 'cause the real pussy eating champ was about to leave with the gold tonight.

"You think I don't know what you need?" he asked, his breath warm against my skin as he leaned in. "You talk a lot of shit 'cause you've never had put-you-in-your-place dick."

"This don't gotta be hard, my heart. Just tell a nigga who yo' heart belongs to." His lips swept across my face, kissing and tasting my tears. "You," I sobbed. "It better. You're mine, Chosyn. I play 'bout a lot of shit, but my heart ain't on that list. Act like you fuckin' know."

There was no escaping. He had me, not just my body and mind, but this nigga had my heart, which scared me more than anything in this life.

What I care about is not sharing you... any part of you in any way with other niggas. I'm selfish and possessive as fuck, Chosyn. I fucked you how I did for two reasons. You needed it, and I wanted things to be clear about you, Chosyn 'my heart' Ashland, are mine."

"I'm not fucking your friend. We're married. When I put this dick in her, we make love. Rough, ass smacking, pussy drenching, love."

"You so fuckin' sexy to me." His words deepened our kiss. "You really think a nigga gon' let you fall in love with someone else? Nah. I'll lock yo' ass up where no one can find you, then stream me killing the nigga just so you can see what happens to any nigga you fall in love with who's not me."

"Come ride daddy's face like a good fucking girl." "It's almost time to eat. I came up here to—" "Navy!" I barked, not trying to hear any of that shit. "Fine."

Lord, I've been asking you to send me someone to heal what's been broken within me, for her to love a nigga, flaws and all, 'cause you know I come with a lot. You answered my prayers in the form of a hardheaded, stubborn woman, and still, I thank you because anything worth loving deserves to be challenged. With these challenges, you've given me an incredible gift: the ability to load my nine with thirteen rounds."

"Shit, it might be, but what I have going on with my brothers has nothing to do with what I want to build with you. The same way I protect my family is the same way I'ma protect you."

"Real shit, tho', she can't make your plate ever again 'cause her ass doesn't understand some things are only meant for me." "What did she do?" "Before I got the chance to ask her to put some food together for you, I caught her bifocal-wearing ass making a plate for some nigga holding a newborn. I smacked that shit out of her hand so fast and told dude go find his bm if he wanted to eat."

"You ain't see the way Four's pretty ass makes a plate. She had the baked mac next to the baked beans like she was tryin' to get a ring out of that nigga." Looking at my own plate, I laughed. "Is that why my beans ain't next to the mac?" "Fuck you think? I had her put potato salad in between them bitches, so you wouldn't want her fuckin' with your food again."

"Oh, shit here. Nigga, take these," Crown panicked. He slipped his hand into the pocket of his hoodie and tossed a pair of glasses my way. "Fuck is this?"

Broooo

My daddy issues be coming from nothing- Protection x Kiana Lede

"Trusting someone is hard. I get that, especially when they're showing you the complete opposite of what you're used to, but exactly what your heart yearns for. You can trust me not because I see you as the vessel keeping life in my body but because I know firsthand what it's like to be torn apart.

"It doesn't matter. I'll take the bad, the ugly, and the fucking evil that comes with you if it means I can have you for the rest of my life. I get it. It's hard to believe, but I don't need you to trust me right now. All I ask is you give me the chance to prove to you that I won't run when shit gets bleak or messy. Give me the honor of showing you that a nigga is willing to take every piece of you, the pain, the fear, the broken parts. I'll guard them with my fucking life.