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

by Kellz Kimberly

"Lord, we thank you for this moment, for this feast, and for Gigi's hands that prepared this meal. We thank you for the blessing of our chosen family, the ones who show up, who love without limits, and who make our lives richer every day. May we never take this bond for granted, and may we always remember that love, loyalty, and gratitude are what truly nourish our hearts. 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." "Wolfe!" Gigi scolded. "My nigga," Crown cosigned. "So childish," Chosyn muttered. "Wrap it up!" Honor gritted. "Ight. Lord, you blessed me with a woman I've deemed my heart. I ask you to continue to bless me with the ability to protect her from all these lame ass niggas 'cause I got her, and I'm not comin' up off her until I'm in the grave, and even then I might haunt—" "Wolfe, please!" "Ight, my bad Gigi. Lord bless this food and these souls gathered in this room. And bless my heart to know better than to fuck with one of your strongest soldiers. Amen."