Love Connections

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I’ve read many romance and erotic romance novels and novellas. I  truly believe a connection needs to build between the characters. Connections can be built in so many different ways. It could be personalities on first impressions,  appearance, sexual attraction, etc. Whatever it is I feel it needs to be developed over a few chapters. If I don’t feel a building of attraction of the characters within a few chapters, I lose interest. It doesn’t have to be sexual. I just need to feel the chemistry between the two main characters. At the same time, I don’t like waiting until the end of the book to actually feel the sexual and romantic dynamic. I can fall in love with characters within 4-5 chapters. Therefore, I need to feel the chemistry between the characters in that amount of time to keep me interested.

I also understand characteristics and personalities need to be developed. I find that can be done throughout the story. I don’t want to read a book where I’m still learning only about them separately when I’m in the middle of the book. I find it more interesting to learn about each character during the building of the relationship at the same time. Most read romance and erotic novels for the love and sexual chemistry of two characters. We only need so much description of clothes, looks, places, etc. I want to be left wondering what the two main characters are doing well after the book is over.

A Gangsta’s Domination Continous…Series 2


“Come on in, I’m almost done,” I said opening the door for Fionna. “I love that dress.” She was wearing a bodycon green sequined dressed and a pair of black red bottoms.

“Thanks. I can’t believe how different you look. Bitch, you are sexy as hell,” she said laughing. I chose to wear a black his waist shorts, a midriff gold glittered halter top and red stilettos. I had to curl my hair again because the heat had caused all the curls to fall.

I laughed. “Thank you.”

The line was wrapped around the building as we pulled in front for valet parking. “Fi, the club will be closing by the time we get in,” I said looking at the long line.

“Girl, we’re not getting in that long ass line. This Mo’s spot. We walking to the front of the line,” she said.

“Who’s Mo?” I asked.

“Moby,” she said smiling as we walked to the entrance.

“Oh ok,” I said.

“What’s up Champ?” she asked the oversized muscular guy standing at the door.

“Trying to keep these fools in line,” he said smiling at her. “Y’all have fun,” he said moving to the side.

I followed her through the overcrowded the club. It was a huge place. There were two floors. The main bar sat as you walk into the club. It was over packed with people buying drinks. Controlla by Drake was blasting through the speakers. “I’m not trying to spend all night getting a drink. We’re going to the top floor,” she yelled to me over the music. I nodded my head and followed her.

There was a smaller bar on the top floor. It wasn’t as crowded. The floor was much more relaxed. There were lounges, booths and tables spread out everywhere. In the very back of the top floor, there were secluded beds were people were laid back relaxing as they enjoyed the atmosphere. The club was definitely classy. We walked to the bar.

“I know you’re not over here ordering drinks,” Victor said approaching us.

“Yea, the bottom floor was too crowded,” I said smiling at him.

“FiFi you know you can get whatever at our table,” Victor said looking at Fionna.

“I told Mo, we aren’t dealing with y’all ratchet females tonight,” she told him with her hand on her hip.

“Girl, come on. It’s just us,” he said tugging on her home. We followed him to their table.

He has exceeded perfection as he sat at the table with his hand draped over the back of the round lounger. He wore a cream colored button down shirt that makes his dark melanin perfectly. His goatee was trimmed to perfectly. His dark eyes looked so serious. His had a perfect square jaw line. Fionna sat beside him while I sat beside her. He signaled for a waitress and she came over immediately.

“Whatever they want on me,” he said to the waitress.

“I’ll have a Long Island Iced Tea,” Fionna said with a smile.

I leaned over. “Thank you,” I said to him. He nodded his head. “Double Hennessey straight.” The waitress smiled and walked away.

“You ain’t playing I see,” Victor said to me laughing.

“That’s always been my drink,” I said laughing.

“I would’ve thought you were one of those wine drinkers,” Moby said not looking at me.

“I guess you thought wrong,” I said turning to look at him. He glanced at me but didn’t reply.

“Where’s Vault?” Fionna asked looking around.

“Bottom floor,” Victor answered her.

“You have a very nice club,” I said looking at Moby.

“Thank you,” he said glancing at me. He was not friendly at all.

“We’re not going to be sitting here with y’all all night. We are trying to see the fine brothers in here. Y’all cramping our style,” Fionna said as she laughed. I noticed Moby looked at me as I laughed.

“Don’t let me have to fuck one of these niggas up in here, FiFi,” Victor said with a serious look on his face.

“That’s why I don’t have a boyfriend now. Everybody scared of you fools,” she said shaking her head.

“Good,” Moby said looking at her. She shook her head.

The waitress came back with our drinks. We sat for a little while before making our way down to the dance floor. I regretted not coming out sooner with Fionna. She was fun and energetic. I danced with different guys. After a couple of more drinks, I had given my phone number out to a couple of cute guys. I needed a break.

“I’m going to sit down for a minute,” I yelled to Fionna over the loud music as we stood on the dance floor. She nodded her head acknowledging my comment as she danced.

I hesitated the moment I seen Moby sitting there alone. I didn’t want to listen to any of his rude comments. I decided I would sit and not say anything to him. My feet were killing me so I made my way over to the booth. He glanced at me as I sat on the edge of the huge lounger. The waitress approached the table. “Can I get you another drink?” she asked smiling at me.

“Sure, same thing,” I said with a smile.

“You need another Moby?” she asked looking at him.

“Yea, the same,” he instructed her.

I felt awkward sitting there to the table with him not saying anything. I decided to try and break the ice just to be friendly. I wasn’t the uppity girl he thinks I am. He has no idea who I am.

“How long have you owned this place?” I asked turning to face him.

“A little over a year,” he answered still not looking at me.

“Is it always jumping like this?” I asked.

He stared at me. He leaned over and propped his elbows on the table. “You don’t have to converse with me to drink my shit.”

My eyes grew big as I became irritated with his rudeness. “You are so damn rude,” I said shaking my head. “I was just trying to be friendly to your unhappy ass. I’m going to sit my boujie ass here and shut the fuck up until my drink comes back.”

“You need to slow the fuck down. You’ve had like four double shots. Hennessey isn’t shit to play with,” he said staring at me.

“I got me. You just need to worry about fixing your damn nasty ass attitude,” I said staring at him. He chuckled. He looked to the side and closed his eyes for a moment.

“What the fuck is this?” Quaysha said as she came and stood in front of the table with Natalie and another girl.

“Quay, gone with that bull shit. I swear I’m not in the mood. We squashed this shit today,” he said looking at her.

“This your new girlfriend?” she asked glancing at me. I exhaled. I was in no mood to deal with her tonight. I wasn’t at work. She has no idea how different I am outside of my job.

“No, I’m not,” I said looking up at her.

“Then why the fuck you sitting with him?” she asked.

“Because my damn feet hurt,” I said with an attitude.

She laughed. “Cheap shoes will do that to you.”

I chuckled and shook my head. The waitress returned with my drink. I took the drink and proceeded to dismiss myself. “Hold on, I know you. You’re the bitch that works in Macy’s,” she said looking at me.

“Call me another one and I’m going to be the bitch that whoops your ass,” I said stepping toward her.

“Lil girl, you better step the fuck back,” Natalie said staring at me.

“Y’all can keep moving with that shit,” Moby said with a loud voice as he stood up.

“You fucking her Moby?” Quaysha asked looking at him with a sad face.

“Who I fuck is no concern of yours?” he said staring at her. “Now I would advise you and the two musketeers to keep it moving or I’ll have y’all asses out the door.”

“I’m not done talking to you,” she said putting her hand on her hip. She rolled her eyes at me as I stood there staring at her.

“What the fuck going on?” Fionna asked walking up standing next to me. “Quay I know you’re not fucking with me friend.”

“Your friend needs to learn what’s off limits to her,” she said glancing at Moby and me.

“Bye,” Fionna said staring at all three of them. They waved her off and walked off. She turned to face me. “You cool?”

“Girl, yea,” I said smiling.

“Control your damn thots, Mo,” she said staring at him.

“Man, I aint’fucking with her like that no more,” he said sitting back down.

“You should have never started,” she said taking a seat.

“Fuck these red bottoms. These bitches killing my feet,” she said sitting down taking off her shoes.

I laughed. “My feet killing me too.” We both laughed.

“Mo, you sober?” Fionna asked.

“Yea, y?” he asked looking at us.

“You’ll drive us home? I’m lit. Vic done dipped and Theodore drunk as hell,” she said.

“Where Vault and who Vic left with?” he asked.

“He leaving with the chic from the cook out. Vic just left with Stacey,” Fionna told him.

“Yea I gotcha. Y’all ready?” he asked.

“Hell nah, I just wanted to see if I needed to stop drinking or not,” she said laughing. I laughed too.

“I’ll be here when you ready,” he said reclining back on the lounger. Fionna and I made our way back to the bottom floor.

I was drunk by the end of the night. I started to regret drinking so much as I thought about I had to be to work at ten o’clock in the morning. It was almost four o’clock as we drove home. We pulled in front of Fionna’s apartment. I said good night to her as Moby walked her to the door. I laid my head back as I sat in the back seat.

“I’m not damn Morgan Freeman, so you can get your ass in the front seat,” he said as he got back in the car. I exhaled in frustration not wanting to move. I didn’t want to get into another verbal dispute with him so I moved to the passenger seat.

“What’s your address?” he asked as he sat there. I told him my address and he put it in his GPS. I sat quietly as he drove.

“Yea, wake up you’re damn snoring,” he said with a loud voice. I jumped startled by his deep voice.

“Ugh, are you always so damn mean?” I asked sitting up in the seat.

“Told you not to drink so damn much,” he said looking straight ahead.

“I’m fine,” I said looking straight ahead. I honestly didn’t know how I was going to make it to work tomorrow. I stayed woke the rest of the ride. We pulled into my parking lot.

“Thank you,” I said unfastening my seat belt.

“I’ll walk you to the door,” he said as he started unfastening his.

“That’s not necessary but thank you anyway,” I said opening the door. He ignored me and got out of the car.

“You don’t have to worry about Quay fucking with you. You just all mouth,” he said as I searched for my keys in my bag.

I laughed. “Trust me; she doesn’t put fear in me.”

He chuckled. “Hennessey got you talking shit.’

“I chose to ignore her at my work place. I will never let anyone come before paying my bills. Outside of work is a different me. That goes for your rude ass too. I don’t know what your problem is with me but I haven’t done anything to you,” I said as I kept searching for my keys with my head down. “Fuck!”

“What?” he asked stepping back.

I exhaled. “I left my keys in Fi’s car,” I said looking up at him.

He laughed.

“It’s not funny. I already lost the spare. Now, I don’t have a way to get in,” I said sad leaning against the wall. He looked at the locks on the door.

“Did you dead bolt it?” he asked glancing at me. I shook my head no. He walked to his car and returned with some kind of tool in his head.

“Moby, I appreciate your help but they will charge me $150 if I break this lock,” I said looking at him.

“I’m not going to break it,” he said as I started to try and break into my apartment. After a few minutes, my door came open. I breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped back from the door.

Thank you Moby. I truly appreciate this,” I said with sincerity. He just stared at me causing a feeling between my thighs that I refuse to acknowledge.

“I heard you tell FiFi you gotta be to work at ten o’clock in the morning. That’s going to be difficult with no keys,” he said tilting his head.

“Damn,” I said stumping my Fit.

“I gotta come through here in the morning about seven o’clock. I can drop them off if you want,” he said looking at me. My eyes widened.

“Oh my God, thank you,” I said with much gratitude.

“What’s your number? I’ll hit you up when I’m on the way,” he asked pulling out my phone. I recited her number and he left.




It seemed like I had just laid down when I heard my phone ringing. All I wanted to do was sleep but I had to get up and get my car keys. I knew it had to be Moby calling to say he was on the way. I reached for my phone on the night stand.

“Hey,” I answered in a sleepy voice.

“I’ll be there in five minutes,” he said into the phone.

“Okay,” I said ending the call. I rolled over and went back to sleep. My phone woke me up as it rang. I instantly jumped up realizing I had fell back to sleep after Moby’s call. I immediately answered my phone.

“I’m so sorry. I fell back to sleep,” I explained.

“I’m at the front door. Hurry your ass up I gotta go,” he said with an attitude.

“I’m coming,” I said ending the call. I hurried to the front door. I opened the door to see him standing there with his usual mean look.

His eyes never looked at my face. They were focused on my body. I realized I had on a short camisole that barely covered my ass. At this point, I honestly didn’t care. I just wanted to get my keys and go back to sleep. He stood there staring as I wanted for him to give me my keys. He looked up at me with a look that caused goose bumps to appear over me.

I was in complete shock as to what was happening. He walked inside my apartment. I stared up at him as he pressed me against the wall sliding his hand between my thighs. I was in a trance as I stared up at him. I was paralyzed. He stroked his hand against my womanhood. I gasped for my breath closing my eyes as I leaned my head against the wall. I wanted to scream for him not to stop when he removed his hand.

“Make me some coffee for my troubles,” he said walking further inside my apartment. What the fuck just happened?

“Moby, I want to get a couple more hours of sleep before work,” I said following him into the kitchen.

“It doesn’t take but five minutes to make coffee,” he said sitting at the kitchen table.

I sighed and did what was asked as he strolled through his phone. I prepared the coffee, sat the cream, sugar and a carry out cup in front of him. “Thank you for my keys. I’m going back to sleep. Please lock up on your way out.” I left him sitting there as I made my way back to my bedroom. I was still discombobulated from his touch that set my body on fire.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep after what just happened. The simple touch of his hand was invading my every thought. I needed him to leave. I didn’t need anyone like Moby distracting me from my goals. I lay there looking up at the ceiling when he walked into my bedroom. I felt my heart rate increase. He came and stood beside my bed looking down at me.

“You got a boyfriend?” he asked. I shook my head no. “You fucking niggas?”

I looked at him as if he was crazy. “That’s not any of your business. You can leave now.”

He reached down and slid his hand between my thighs again. “Are you fucking niggas?”

I panted. “No,” I answered softly closing my eyes. He moved his hand. My eyes shot opened as I stared up at him.

“I’ll holla,” he said walking out the room. I exhaled happy he was gone.




I had her pegged wrong. She wasn’t an uppity female. I saw no fear in her when Quaysha and her crew approached the table. She was ready for whatever. I would never have let them put hands on her but she was willing to go to war. As I drove her home, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her sexy toned honey brown thighs as she sleep. I had to laugh when she started snoring.

When she opened the door with that short ass sleeper on my dick jumped. She was still half sleep, but I didn’t care. Something about her wouldn’t let me leave. I had to touch her. I took all will power inside me not to fuck her. She was FiFi’s friend. They seemed to be pretty close. I don’t want to mess their relationship up by fucking with her. All I can offer her is a onetime good fuck. If she’s down for that, I’ll be more than happy to give it to her. It was a good thing I had to get to a meeting this morning or I probably would’ve had her calling in for a sick day.

After my meeting, I headed to the grocery store that I owned in the neighborhood. I went to my office to check inventory. Brenda, the manager walked in. “Hi Moby,” she said walking toward me.

“What’s up Brenda?” I asked glancing at her.

“I just came to speak. I saw you coming in through the back door,” she said kneeling down between my legs as I sat at my desk. Brenda loved sucking my dick. If I came here every day, she would be slobbing on it every damn day. I had moves to make today. I had no time to satisfy her.

“Sorry Brenda, I’m headed out. I got moves to make,” I said looking down at her. She exhaled in disappointment. “Everything good up front?”

“Yea, Reign called in again but Monique came in to cover her shift,” she said shaking her head.

“It’s your call. You’re the manager. I’ll back whatever decision you make if she’s doing this shit too much,” I said as she stood up.

“I try to be understanding because I know she’s dealing with that sorry ass baby daddy. They say he whooped her ass the other night. So, I’m going to talk to her first,” she said. Brenda was ten years older than me. I hired her when I first opened the grocery store. She’s a hard worker and doesn’t expect anything from me.

“Ok, who’s her baby daddy?” I asked.

“I don’t even know that fool’s name. He’s always coming up here showing his ass,” she said shaking her head.

“Next time he shows up here. Hit me up,” I said standing up. She nodded her head in agreement.

I met Vault at the location of his meeting with his crew. I sat back as he laid down his laws of how he wanted things ran under his supervision. Victor was happy to give the side to Vault. This is where the much younger crew hustled. They were hard headed but hungry. Vault could control them more. Victor didn’t have the patience for them. He was like me he had legit dealings he was more concerned about.

After the meeting, I went and scooped up FiFi. I had promised her I would take her shopping. It was almost two o’clock when we made it to the mall. After hitting up all her favorite stores and putting a dent in my pocket, she wanted to go see Prescence for a moment. I couldn’t lie. I was hoping we would stop by Macy’s.

“Hi girl,” Fionna said as she approached Prescence. She was sorting a rack of clothes in the women’s department.

“Hi,” she said looking tired.

“Damn that Henney got you looking like hell,” Fionna said laughing.

“Girl, I could literally lay on this floor and go to sleep,” she said laughing.

“What time you get off?” she asked.

“Six o’clock,” she said with a tired voice.

“Oh damn you still got a while to go,” Fionna said.

“Yes, you looking for something or just browsing?” Prescence asked Fionna as she glanced at me.

“Just browsing, I think I’ve did enough damage to his pockets today,” she said looking over her shoulder at me. I shook my head. “I just wanted to come check on you.”

“Aww thanks, I’m good. I’m crashing soon as I get home,” Prescence told her.

“Yea because you know you have to stay alert for Troy persistent ass,” Fionna said laughing. Who the fuck is Troy?

“Aunt Betty cooking a big Sunday dinner if you want to come by after work and get a plate,” Fionna told her.

“You don’t think she’ll mind?” she asked.

“Nah, she likes you,” Fionna said smiling.

“I’ll hit you up when I’m on my way,” she said smiling

“Bet,” Fionna said excited. “I’ll see you later then.” Fionna walked away. I stared at her for a moment trying to read her thoughts. She immediately turned her head without saying a word. I left the store.

We went to Aunt Betty’s house for Sunday dinner. It was a family ritual of ours. Each sister took turns cooking Sunday dinner. Uncle Bojack’s wife had her turn as well. Everyone was sitting around talking in the den. I fixed myself a drink at the mini bar in the den. I searched the house for my mom. I find her in the kitchen on the phone. I could tell by the sadness on her face she was talking to Pops. I sat down at the table with her and waited until she was done talking.

“He said he’ll call you on his next call. His time was up,” she said looking at me.

“He straight?” I asked.

“Yea, it’s just hard baby. I know he’s paying for his crimes but life?” she said looking at me. I could only shake my head. “That’s why III want you out. I don’t want the same thing happening to you. He wants you out too.”

“I know Ma. I’m making it happen. Just give me some time,” I said reaching over touching her hand. This was one of the reasons I had no room in my life for a relationship. I didn’t want to risk putting the pain I see in my mom’s eyes in any girl who chose to love me.

I went to the backyard to see Uncle Bojack and some more old heads playing cards. I decided to get in on the game. My phone was constantly going off. I knew it was Quaysha. I continued to ignore her calls. I caught myself checking the damn time. I thought about how soft her thighs felt.

“Mo, I need you to come move your car,” FiFi said walking outside.

“Why? Where are you going?’ I asked as I played cards.

“Prescence’s car won’t crank. I need to go pick her up, she said with her hand on her hip.

“Where the fuck she at?” I asked looking at her.

“She’s at work Mo,” she said getting impatient.

“I’ll go get her,” I said. “Let me finish this hand.”

“Hurry up, we’re getting ready to eat in a few,” she said walking back inside.

After finishing the hand, I texted her to let her know I was on the way. This girl had me doing things I had never done for females I’ve fucked. I convinced myself I was doing it because of FiFi. She was standing in front of the mall when I pulled up. She slid into the passenger seat with a defeated look.

“Where’s your car?” I asked. She pointed and I drove down the lane until she showed me her car.

I tried turning the ignition but it wouldn’t catch. I pulled beside her car to try and give her a jump. After connecting the cables, I told her to turn the ignition. It cranked.

“I just brought this battery and my battery light is on,” she said getting out the car.

“You need an alternator,” I informed her.

“Ugh,” she sighed in frustration.

“You don’t need to be driving it like that. It will kill your battery,” I told her putting the cables back in my Titan trunk.

“Everything is closed now. I’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” she said.

“Drive your car back to your apartment. I’ll come scoop you up and take you to Aunt Betty’s,” I told her. I didn’t understand why I was doing all this for her.

“Thank you, but that’s okay. I’ll just go home and order some take out. I don’t want to inconvenience you,” she said.

“Do what the fuck I said,” I said getting in my car. She stood there looking at me in shock.

“You are so damn mean and rude,” she said shaking her head. I pulled off leaving her standing there.

I looked in my rearview window to make sure she was trailing me. She pulled into her parking space and locked the car up. She slid into the car without saying a word. “Victor’s a mechanic. He can put the part on tomorrow for you,” I said backing out. She didn’t reply. Her arm was propped on the door with her head resting on her hand as she looked out the window. I don’t know what the hell came over me. I reached over and gently massaged her thigh trying to comfort her. I knew she was stressing about her vehicle. I’m sure money was tight for her. I never looked her way. I could see she glanced at me as I continued to drive. She never moved my hand from her thigh.

I removed my hand once we pulled into the drive way. Vault and Victor had both arrived to the house. Once we entered the house, we all gathered in the kitchen to say grace. We all ate at the dining room table. Vault had started his flirting with Prescence. I was Feeling something I had never felt before watching the two of them laugh and whisper.

“Prescence, do you have a big family?” Ma G asked.

“Yes ma’am. I have two aunts, two uncles and a lot of cousins. My paternal grandparents are still living but they stay in Alabama,” she answered. “I only have one older brother.”

“FiFi told us both you’re parents are deceased. I’m so sorry for your loss,” Aunt Betty said with sadness.

“Thank you. It was very hard at first, but I’m getting stronger every day,” she said with a half smile.

“Stay in prayer baby,” Aunt Mary said.

“Yes ma’am, I do. Mama would haunt me if I didn’t,” she said with a smile. They all laughed.

“I’ll have your car ready for you after lunch tomorrow,” Victor told her.

“Thank you Victor,” she said smiling at him.

We all ate and talked about politics, race relations and sports as we ate. Aunt Betty brought out two bottles of wine for the ladies. They went to the den. The men went to the backyard to continue the card game.


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No more cheating Alpha males!

I love alpha male romance novels. I’m always in search for the next great novel or series that portray strong AA women and men. My problem with finding these reads is the constant cheating, baby mama drama, and side line women drama. I love a drama filled read but must it always be due to the man cheating on the woman? I’m a huge fan of urban street literature. I’m so past reading books where the woman is supposed to accept the fact that she’s in love with a boss and she has to accept that women are always going to be an issue in the relationship.

I want to read novels and series where the man loves his woman so much he would never jeopardize losing his queen. I’ve read countless books where the man says, “I love her but I fuck around but them bitches don’t mean shit to me.” I hate that logic. I was so disgusted reading a novel last night. The girl’s mother was telling her she had to accept she fell in love with a boss street n**** and she needs to stop whining and boss up. What kind of self-respecting woman would be okay with this? From this point on I will not read anymore novels where mean are constantly cheating and the woman has to deal with baby mama drama and side line women.

My rant for the day!!

Coming Soon…Spiritual Love

Final Series of Spiritual Seduction


After speaking with them briefly, I return back to my table. “Which one?” Phyllis asked. I arched my brow. “Which one are you hung up on?” she asked with a smile. I ignored her question. I chuckled. “Let me guess.” She looked over at the table. She laughed.

“What’s funny?” I asked looking at her curiously.

“It’s the beautiful one that was in the mall that day we were there. She spilled her drinks on Dirk,” she said looking at me smiling. I took a sip of my drink.

“I remember her, because I know Dirk, the guy she spilled her drinks on. He dated one of my friends,” she said.

“Use to?” I asked. I was only asking because I wanted to know if he was dating Nova now.

“Yea, she tried to play him. He cut that shit off quit. He’s a nice guy,” she informed me. “I’ve seen him around, but I’ve never seen him with the little beauty you can’t keep your eyes off.” I looked at her. She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s obvious.”

I don’t like discussing my personal life. As cool as I think Phyllis is, I chose not to share information about Nova with her. “Come on Blayze, we friends. I know what it is and what it ain’t between us. I’m a female, I might can help.”

I looked at her and gave her statement a thought. Maybe she could give me some prospective about this situation with Nova. “Ok, I’ll make it easy for you. I know how you men are about sharing your feelings and shit,” she said laughing. “I’ll ask the questions, you answer.”

“How long have you two been broke up?” she asked.

I thought before answering. “A year.”

“Bad or mutual?” she asked.

“Bad,” I answered as I glanced her taking another shot. I started to become frustrated watching her consume so much alcohol. I know Nova’s limit. She was past what she would consume.

“She was wrong or you?” Phyllis asked. I didn’t know the answer to the question. Did I go too far in defending her?

“It’s complicated,” I said as I signal for the waitress.

“It’s obvious you still love her,” she said glancing over at their table.

I didn’t want to love her, but I do. I wanted her out of my head. She was determined to stay there. There didn’t seem a way for me to escape the hold she had on me. If someone like Phyllis couldn’t do it, I know I’m doomed to love her forever.

“A year, and you’re still hung up on her? You got it bad, because I’ve been putting it on yo ass and you still stuck on her,” Phyllis said shaking her head. I downed the shot the waitress came back with. “I’ll be back. I’m going to the bathroom.”

My blood boiled as I watched Nova get up from the table and follow a guy to an empty table. I couldn’t break my eyes away from them. I watched how she interacting with him. I wanted to see was she showing genuine interest in him. I felt relieved to see she didn’t seem interest at all in talking to him. She returned back to their table. Our eyes locked on each other. There was no one else in the overcrowded bar but me and her for a brief moment. Phyllis returned to the table. Nova broke our stare.

“Blayze, life is short. Love is so damn rare now. Don’t let pride cost you something that some many people try so hard to find,” Phyllis advised me.

“Are you looking for love?” I asked her.

“Of course, every woman wants one man to treat her like she’s the only woman on earth,” she told me.

A Gangsta’s Domination


“So, are you still coming over tomorrow?” Fionna asked as we walked out of class.

“I’m going to try, Fi but I don’t want to make any promises,” I said glancing at her as we walked.

“Prescence, you’ve been here over a year and you haven’t been anywhere. Come with me tomorrow and I promise you’ll have fun,” she pleaded.

She was right I had moved from Cincinnati, Ohio to San Antonio, Texas. My cousin, Faith convinced me to move with her over a year ago. I loved my new city. I feel like my life is finally on the right track. It seems like everything in my life started to go wrong at the same time. My mom passed away unexpectedly from a massive heart attack. I thought I was going to survive that heartbreak. My mother was my backbone. We were so close. I couldn’t bring myself to live in the house she owned. Peter, my older brother by three years and I decided to sell the house. Peter was in Air Force stationed overseas. Peter and I didn’t have the best relationship. Poor choices by me as a teenager and after graduation strained our relationship. Faith has been my strength since my mom passed away.

On top of losing my mom, I find out the man I thought I was building a life with was cheating on me. I was confronted by his future baby mama at his apartment one day I was over there relaxing. I lost all sense of reasoning when she revealed she was pregnant. I chased her out of the apartment with a knife. I physically tried to hurt Anthony that day. I trashed his apartment and tried to stab him until police was called by his neighbors. I knew I was at my breaking point. I needed to get my life back. I was thankful he didn’t press charges, but I was done. Faith begged me to move with her and I was ready. I used some on the money from the sale of the house and moved.

“Prescence McKay?” I heard my name being called by the persistent annoying Troy. He was determined to take me out on a date. Fionna and I stopped walking as he sprinted toward us.

Troy was definitely handsome and fine, but I wasn’t interested in getting involved with anyone. To be honest, I was still trying to get over the break up with Anthony. I loved him with all my heart. I never thought he would cheat on me. We had been together for two years. We had plans of getting married after I finished college and became a teacher. He was a marketing executive for a huge advertisement company.

“What’s up?” I asked as he approached us.

“What are you doing the weekend?” he asked with his charismatic smile.

“Relaxing like always. Tomorrow is my day off. I have to work Sunday,” I answered. I worked at Macy’s while I was attending school. The money wasn’t great but it helped pay the bills until I finished school.

“And she’s hanging with me tomorrow. Sorry,” Fionna said with a smile. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I didn’t have to endure his persistence today.

“Damn, I’m never going to get a date with you,” he said sounding defeated.

I smiled. “Your persistence is flattering though.”

“I don’t plan on giving up,” he said with a smile. “Have a great weekend, though,” he said before walking off.

“I don’t know why you won’t give that man a chance,” Fionna said as we headed to our vehicles.

“I have one focus. I don’t want any distractions until it’s completed,” I told her.

“Year and a half and you’ll be done,” she said with a big grin.

I was going to college in Cincinnati for my degree. I started three after graduated high school. When my mom died, I stopped after two and half years of going. When I moved to Texas, I waited year before I started taking classes again. I wanted to take some time to get myself settled into my new city and find a job. I was determined to finish my schooling. I remember my mom being so happy I had decided to become a teacher since she was one. I wanted to be a math teacher, her same profession.

“I guess since you saved me from Troy, I’m stuck with you tomorrow,” I said laughing.

“Yup, you’re going to have fun,” she said smiling.

“What are we doing?” I asked as we approached our cars.

“First, we’re going to my aunt’s house for a huge cook out. Then, we hitting up a club,” she said shaking her ass. I laughed. Fionna was an energetic beauty. She was dark skinned with big beautiful eyes. She was always flawless with her perfect body. We had met on my first day of class. I was lost and she helped show me around. She’s been my only friend since moving here besides my cousin, Faith.

“Well, let me go get this day of work over,” I said giving her a hug bye.

“I’ll hit you up tomorrow,” she said hugging me back. “Don’t forget I warned you how ratchet my family is,” she said laughing as she walked away. I laughed.

I had met Fionna’s brother, Victor before. He had helped me when my car wouldn’t start one day at school. He was a nice guy. So, I’m sure the rest of her family would be just as nice. I slid into my car and headed to work. I was ready to get this day over so I could go home to my bottle of wine and relax. Time I pulled into the parking lot at the mall my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen and became agitated. It was Anthony calling again. I hadn’t heard from him in over six months. Lately, he’s been blowing my phone up. I’ve been ignoring his every call.

“Hi Prescence,” Casey, the always cheerful white sales associate said as I walked in the back where we take our breaks.

“Hi Casey,” I said smiling. “Busy day?”

“Yes, get ready,” she said smiling. “I’m out of here in an hour.”

“Lucky you. I’m here until closing,” I said with a sad face. She smiled.

After putting my things away, I headed to the men’s department where I worked. Denice, my supervisor was at the cash register. She was a young black woman. She hardly ever smiled. She didn’t play slacking on her time. She made sure everything was done correctly and on time. She was trying to advance to district manager eventually. She was definitely on the right track.

Casey was right. The moment I hit the floor it has been nonstop. My feet were started to hurt and I was started to become frustrated with the demands from customers. I was being sent back and forth to get different shoes sizes and colors. I hated when I had to work in the shoe department. I was getting ready to go on my break when I noticed to men walking in the shoe department. I let out a sigh as they approached me.




“You ready to get to work?” I asked Vault as he slid inside my truck.

“Nigga, I’ve been ready since the day I got sent up,” he said glancing at me. I laughed.

“You got your mind right now?” I asked with a serious face. Vault had become too flashy with his money. He had drawn too much attention to himself. It didn’t take long to find a hating as nigga to set him up. He had been locked up four years.

“On the money,” he said as I drove.

“I’m serious Vault. My time limited with this shit. Another year, I’m done. I’ve told you, I’m not trying to live this life until I die. This just is a means to an end. I’ve made enough to live a good life until I die,” I said sternly.

“I’m straight fam. I fucked up. I learned the hard way,” he said staring at the windshield. I nodded my head in agreement.

“You saw Natalie yet?” I asked.

“Fuck that bitch. Four years and a nigga seen her ass three times,” he said shaking his head.

“Damn,” I said shaking my head. I didn’t want to tell him how Natalie has been fucking one of his enemies. I’ll let him find out on his own time. I had warned him about her when he first became involved with her.

We entered the mall getting ready to cope him some new gear. Vault always been one of those pretty niggas that loved to dress up every damn day. I knew he was going to have me in here all day. The first place he wanted to hit up was the Foot Locker and First line. We spent over two hours in just those two stores. He walked out with several pair of sneakers. I’m the type that knows what I want before I even consider going shopping. I mostly dressed in jeans, fitted tees, hoodies and timbs.

After spending over seven grand on him in the mall, we hit up Macy’s. “Fool, this the last damn store. You worst than a female,” I said shaking my head as we entered the store. He laughed.

“I need a couple more pair of dress shoes, then we out,” I said as we headed to the shoe department. “Damn cuz, she thick as fuck,” he said as a sales associate was organizing the shoes on display. She had her back turned so I couldn’t see her face.

She turned around and blessed us with her beauty. She had honey brown skin, full soft pink painted lips, round cheekbone, and cat shaped brown eyes. There were small dark brown freckles across her nose. She wore her hair pulled back into a ponytail.

“Hi, can I help you find anything?” she said smiling at us both.

“Yea, the directions to the nearest church because I want to marry you,” Vault said moving in close to her. I chuckled and shook my head. She smiled with a blush.

“I can’t marry you, but I’ll be more than happy to help you find the best shoes,” she said smiling.

“Prescence,” he said reading her name tag. “I like your name.”

She smiled again showing her pearly whites. Her teeth were absolutely perfect. “Thank you, it was a gift from my mom.”

“Well Prescnece, I’m looking for the latest dress shoes you have to offer,” Vault said as he started looking at the shoes. My eyes were fixated on her.

“What style are you looking for?”she asked standing behind him. She glanced over at me as I stared at her. She quickly turned her head.

“Shit, I don’t know. A nigga been down for four years. You tell me what’s hot now in the streets,” he said looking over his shoulder at her. I noticed a change in her demeanor instantly. It’s like she became nervous. I shook my head. She’s one of those uppity females that think every nigga that’s been locked down is dangerous.

“Loafers are the hottest. Ferragamo’s, Gucci, Versace are very popular brands but pricey,” she told him. She glanced at me again as if she was watching to see what I was doing.

“Don’t wonder we’re not going to fucking rob you,” I said staring at her. She didn’t comment. She became fidgety.

“Whoa fam, don’t be talking to my future wife like that,” Vault said smiling.

“Well hurry and cope something so we can get the fuck out of here,” I said getting impatient.

“You have to excuse him. He has anger issues,” he said looking at Prescence. “Just bring me these two in a size eleven.”

“Black or brown?” she asked.

“One of each,” he said smiling at her.

“Ok, I’ll be right back,” she said hurrying off.

“Damn, you still mean as fuck,” he said shaking his head at me.

“Nah, she switched up on your ass once she realized you were just getting out the pen,” I said sitting in one of the chairs. “I can’t stand judgmental ass people.”

“I feel ya,” he said nodding his head.

“Damn I finally caught up with you,” Quaysha said as she walked toward us. Quaysha was a female that I hit on the regular. We had no type of title and that was the way I liked it. She was money hungry like every other female. She could suck the skin of a dick so I blessed her with gifts or money every so often.

“Greedy ass smelled money and followed the trial,” I said looking up at her. Quaysha was fine with big ass, thick thighs, and voluptuous breast. She was a tall red bone. She was a stripper. She wore different colored weaves often. Today was rocking a deep red long weave.

“I just want that dress to wear out tonight,” she said sitting in my lap. “Welcome home Vault.”

“Thanks,” he said glancing at her. “Tell your thot ass friend don’t even look my way. I know about her fucking Bell.” I had no idea he knew.

“Well, don’t get an attitude with me. That’s her pussy not mine,” Quaysha said bopping her head. He waved her off.

“Here you go,” the uppity sales associate came back with the shoes.

She kept glancing at Quaysha and I. “You like something over here?” Quaysha asked as if she was marking her territory. We’ve had numerous arguments about her trying to lay claim on me.

“Yes, your bag,” Prescence said smiling.

Quaysha rolled her eyes as if she didn’t believe her. “Baby you couldn’t afford this working here.”

“I’m sure I can’t, that’s why I was only admiring it,’ she said turning to face Vault.

“You did good. I hope you getting paid by commission,” Vault said as he stood.

“I hope so too because that hourly pay ain’t shit,” Quaysha said laughing. I normally would check her about putting people down but I’m decided to give her a pass on this one.

“At least she’s not shaking her ass for a dollar,” Vault said.

“As long as my man likes it, I’m good,” she said leaning over kissing my jaw.

“What have I told you about that labeling this shit. We fuck,” I said standing almost causing her to fall to the floor. Vault laughed.

“Nigga don’t front because you with your family,” she said embarrassed. I reached in my pocket a peeled off a few bills and gave them to her to she could go on her way. “Thanks,” she said smiling.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” Prescence asked. I knew she was ready for us to leave the store.

“Yea, I’m having a welcome home party tomorrow. I would love to see your face there,” he said smiling at her.

“I’ve already made plans with my friend,” she answered immediately.

“Damn, just ring those up for me,” Vault said. She smiled and walked away.

I was happy when Quaysha finally dismissed herself. We walked to the counter to pay for the shoes. I handed her my black card. She couldn’t even hide the surprise on her face. “He’s the criminal not me,” I said staring at her.

“Damn nigga chill. My name is Vault, this mean ass fool here is Moby,” Vault said smiling at her. She gave a half-smile as she handed my card back to me.

“Well Prescence, I’ll be back in here to see you,” Vault said as we walked away.




“Hi cuz,” Faith said entering my apartment.

“What’s up?” I asked walking back to the sofa.

“My place seems so lonely since you moved out, she said sitting on the sofa with a sad face. I had moved into my own place right before I started school three months ago.

“Girl please, I know you’ve had so much dick come through since I’ve moved out,” I said laughing.

“I have!” she said laughing loudly.

“Just nasty,” I said laughing and shaking her head.

“Girl, let me tell you about this Nigerian I’ve been dating. So I finally decided it was time to see what it was working with. Bitch, I almost got lock-jaw,” she said shaking her head.

I burst into laughter. “Why?”

“Prescence I wouldn’t have mind if it was from sucking his dick but it wasn’t, she said as if she was disgusted.

“Faith what happened?” I asked still laughing.

“This fool had me sucking his damn breast. He’s muscular so his chest his tight. I’m trying to suck and he steady saying suck harder. I was sucking like I was trying through get a bowling ball through a straw,” she said laughing. I was in tears laughing.

“So how was the sex?” I asked after I finally was able to stop laughing.

“It was mediocre. Dick was long but skinny. Then the worst part is when I looked down at his feet. Prescence I swear it looked like he walked to America from his homeland. God his feet were ugly as hell,” she said. I couldn’t stop laughing. Faith sex stories were always hilarious.

“So are you going to see him again,” I asked as I laughed.

“No, because he showed up to my apartment the other morning while I was getting ready for work. I didn’t invite him over,” she said mad. I nodded my head in agreement.

“I wanted to see if you wanted to go to a wedding with me today. One of my co-workers getting married,” she said.

“I already told Fi I will hang with her today. She’s been begging me to go out with her. I finally gave in. We’re going to a cook out today then a club later,” I said.

“Good, you need to get out and meet some people,” she said happily.

“What are you doing tonight?” I asked sipping my coffee.

She smiled. “Just nasty,” I said shaking my head and laughing.

“Well, at least come help me find something to wear to this wedding,” she said.

“Yea, I can do that. The cook out isn’t until four o’clock,” I informed her.

I got dressed and we headed out to do some shopping. I was on a budget so I was mostly window shopping. Troy and I split the money from the sale of the house. I paid my rent for the full year. I still had money left over but I had to be careful about my spending. Like the ratchet ass female said at the store yesterday, hourly pay ain’t about shit.

My mind started to think of the two fine brothers in the store yesterday. Vault was charming with his cut baby face and dimples. The other one was too rude but the absolutely most delicious thing I laid my eyes on. He didn’t know that was my reason for staring was admiring him. It had nothing to do with learning of Vault’s release from prison. He was a complete asshole. I could see why he was with the ratchet female. They were made for each other.

After enjoying the afternoon with Faith, I went home to get dressed for the cook out. I wore a short romper that stopped high on my thighs. It was pink with spaghetti straps. I applied a little make up. It was too hot for a full beat. I put a few curls in my hair. I decided I would wear it down. I hated curling my hair. I mostly wore it in ponytail or a bun on top of my head. It was shoulder length and sandy brown with red highlights. Just as I was done getting dressed, Fionna was calling to let me know was outside waiting on me. I grabbed my ponytail holder slipping it on my wrist, my phone and purse and headed out the door.

“Look at you, looking all cute,” she said smiling at me.

“Thanks,” I said blushing.

“You look totally different with your hair down,” she said as she backed out of the parking space.

“I hate curling my hair,” I told her.

“I don’t. I just put some more weave in mine whenever the curls don’t fall right,” she said laughing. It reminded me that I have never seen her without weave.

The moment we turned the road to her aunt’s house there were people everywhere. I looked around in amusement. “I thought you said it was a cook out, this a damn block party.”

She laughed. “I thought it was a cook out, but I should’ve known better. Niggas love to show out.”

She pulled into the driveway of a huge red brick home. I stepped out the car looking out into the street. There was a DJ set up in the middle of the street. I noticed the street was blocked off. Girls were standing around dancing in there stilettos.

“Fi, I think I’m underdressed,” I said looking around at how nice everyone was dressed.

“Chile, those thirst buckets smell money,” she said as we walked into the house.

It was beautifully decorated in black leather furniture, light brown hardwood floors and brown, black and red drapes. Beautiful African art work hung on the walls. “Aunt Betty,” Fionna called out.

“In the kitchen FiFi,” she called out to Fionna.

We walked into the kitchen. It was all black with granite counter tops. Fionna walked over and gave her aunt a hug. “Who’s this beauty?” she asked looking at me.

“This my friend from school. Her name is Prescence,” Fionna said smiling at me.

“You must be an angel, because this child here don’t do the friend thing,” her aunt said laughing. I smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you. She’s always bragging about your cooking,” I said walking over to her.

“I would shake your hand sweetie must as you can see they got me in here slaving,” she said holding her hands up from cutting up vegetables.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked looking around.

“Do you cook?” she asked surprised.

“Yes ma’am. My mom taught me well,” I said smiling. My mother had me in the kitchen with her almost every time she cooked to make sure I knew how. I shook the memory out of my mind.

“She can throw down to Aunt,” Fionna said making me blush.

“Well thank you for the offer, but you kids gone and enjoy yourself. I got this in here,” she told us.

“Where knuckle head?” Fionna asked.

“Chile, you know he’s going to make a grand entrance like he damn Obama,” Mrs. Betty said laughing.

We walked back outside and to the side of the house where a huge table was set up with all types of expensive liquors. “I never asked, who’s the cook out for?”

“Oh my cousin Theodore,” she said as she looked around the table. “What’s your poison?”

“Hennessey,” I said.

“Oh shit!” she said laughing. “Straight or tracer?”

“I better trace if you want to see me at the club tonight,” I said as I looked out in the streets. The music was jumping and people were dancing, laughing and talking.

“Here you go more coke than Henny. We’ll go slow and finish hard tonight,” she said as she danced to the music. “Come on. I know you’ve already met my mom. I have one more aunt and my uncle Bojack.”

We walked around to the back of the house where there was some older people sitting around in chairs talking and playing cards.

“There goes my ebony Goddess,” an older nice looking dark skin man said. I assumed he was Uncle Bojack. Fionna kneeled down and kissed him on the jaw. She introduced me to her other aunt. Her name was Gloria. I could tell they were all related by their features. I spoke to everyone including Mary, Fionna’s mother. The three sisters were as beautiful as her uncle was handsome. They were classy and sophisticated women.

“We’re going out on the street,” Fionna said as we walked away.

“I thought you said your family was ratchet,” I said as we walked toward road.

“Oh, not them. My cousins,” she said as an all black Mercedes pulled into the drive way. “You’re about to meet one of them I know for sure. He’s rude as fuck so don’t take whatever comes out his mouth personally,” she said as I waited for the door to open. The driver and passenger door opened. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Rude ass.

“If it isn’t nappy head FiFi,” Vault said as he approached her with open arms.

“Nigga, my hair is my glory,” she said standing with her hand on her hip.

They held each other tight for a couple of minutes as rude ass Moby stood back. I chose not to look in his direction.

“I’m happy to have you home cousin,” she said with water in her eyes after breaking their embrace.

“Still soft as hell, I see. Suck that shit up,” he said looking at her. She giggled.

“So, I guess you on some shady shit like usual,” she said looking at Moby with her hand on her hip.

“Nah, I was just waiting for you to stop all that damn crying,” he said approaching her. They hugged briefly.

“Damn cuz, this you?” Vault asked looking at me. My eyes widened.

“Fool I’m not gay. This my friend from school,” Fionna said slapping him on the shoulder.

“Oh ok, I had to make sure because seems like niggas being left out of the threesomes lately,” he said laughing. “What’s your name beautiful?” he asked looking at me.

I giggled. “Prescence.”

“His eyes grew big. “Oh shit, that’s you?”

“You know her?” Fionna asked looking at us both.

“We met today. She helped me pick out some shoes. She was cute and all in the store, but damn you don’t even look like the same person,” he said looking me up and down. I laughed.

“It’s me,” I said laughing.

“You know this shit fate right?” he asked looking at me.

“Boy bye, you not about to have Natalie ghetto ass cutting up,” Fionna said waving him off.

“Damn you hating,” he said looking at her.

“Nope, just looking out for my friend,” she said staring at him. He nudged in the forehead with his index finger.

“I see you got on all the new gear. Moby I wasn’t worthy of a trip to the mall?” she asked looking at him.

“You were working yesterday. I gotcha tomorrow,” I said without a smile.

“Oh God, let us carry on. There goes your fake ass girlfriend and her crew,” Fionna said rolling her eyes. I looked to see the rude ratchet girl from the store walking up the drive way.

“She ain’t my damn girlfriend,” Moby said with an attitude.

“Don’t tell me, tell her. Come on Prescence,” she said pulling me by the arm. I followed behind her as we walked out into the street.

I couldn’t believe I was having so much fun. I was dancing and laughing in the streets with total strangers. Fionna’s brother, Victor eventually showed up. I danced with him also. We instantly clicked liked siblings when we first met. I couldn’t see how he or Vault was related to the rude asshole that I kept staring at me.

“Come on, let’s go get something to eat,” Fionna said. We walked to the side of the house where all the tables were filled with different dishes and meats.

We fixed out plates and sat at a picnic table looking out at the street as people still danced. I couldn’t help but stare at Moby having a heated discussion with his girlfriend.

“Girl, she swears they go together. She just one of many,” Fionna said shaking her head in disgust.

“What’s her name?’ I asked.

“Quaysha, just ratchet as hell,” she said shaking her head.

“Who’s son is he?” I asked.

“Aunt Gloria is his mom. Aunt Betty is Theodore’s mom,” she informed me.

“Why do you call him by his government?” I asked.

She laughed. “Because he hates it.”

“The fireworks are about to start now,” she said looking out in the street.

I looked at the direction she was staring. Vault was hugging and dancing with a girl. He was kissing on her as she giggled. One of the girls with Quaysha charged toward them. Her and Vault started arguing. Quaysha’s friends starting arguing with the other girl’s friends until Victor ended the arguing.

“I guess I shouldn’t call my family ratchet. The women they fuck are ratchet,” Fionna said laughing. I laughed with her.




“Get that fool and let’s meet in the den,” I told Victor. I wasn’t going to deal with his same bull shit again. “And shut this shit down now!”

“What’s going on around here?” Ma G said as all the elders came to the front of the house.

“Natalie showing her ass again,” I told her.

“Where Vault, I told him to stay away from that damn girl,” Aunt Betty said looking out in the streets.

I turn to see him and Victor walking towards us.

“Told y’all about messing with those ratchet behind females,” Fionna said walking up to us. “You need to move your car. I need to take her home. You got me blocked in.”

“You are going to have to wait until I’m done, FiFi,” I said.

“How long are you going to be?” she asked looking at me.

“It’s okay Fi, I’m good,” Prescence said looking at Fionna.

Damn, she was pretty. I can’t believe how cool she was with all the dramatics happening. I would’ve thought her uppity ass would’ve been running down the road trying to get away from this chaos.

“Give me 15 minutes,” I told FiFi.

“Moby, I need to talk to you,” Quaysha said walking up the driveway.

“Let me stop you right there. Whatever it is, keep that shit out there. He’ll talk to you when he’s ready,” Ma G said to her pointing out in the streets. Quaysha didn’t move another step. She stood there with her hands folded in front of her. She knew how mom and my aunts got down. She wasn’t ready for that battle.

I wasn’t in the mood for any of her shit. I’m done with her. She was starting to become too clingy. One of the main reasons I fucked with her, because she never tried to lay claims on me. Lately, she’s been on some different shit. I’m not trying to get tied down to any female at this point in my life.

I walked inside the house with Victor and Vault behind me. We entered the den. They sat on each end of the couch while I sat in a chair.

“Nigga, you’ve been out one day and already causing unnecessary foolishness,” I said staring at him.

“Man that was her. I hadn’t said shit to her,” he said in his defense. He was telling the truth, but he knew she was going to react to him kissing on another female.

“You did that shit to get a reaction out of her,” Victor said looking at him. He smiled.

I shook my head. “You say you are ready to work, then act like it. Vic and I have been holding on this shit down by ourselves. We can keep doing that shit if you are going to be on bull shit.”

“Man, just give my piece and I’ll show you,” he said standing up. I looked at Vic and he shrugged his shoulders. Vault loved making money and knew how to make it fast. His only problem was he wasted it faster.

“I’m giving you the east side. You’ll meet with your runners tomorrow. Keep your shit low-key. Stay off other nigga’s territory. I’m not trying to have beef with anyone,” I instructed him.

“Hell yea, time to get to this money,” he said excited.

“You need to stay the fuck away from Natalie. She trifling as hell anyway,” Victor told him.

“Fuck her,” he said turning up a bottle of Hennessey. “Are we going out tonight?”

I shook my head and chuckled. We sat and chatted about business for about ten more minutes before they both left the den. I needed a few more minutes to relax. I was ready for a change in my life. I was tired of running the streets. The money was fast and good but I had legit ways of making money now. I didn’t need to be out in the streets risking my life every day anymore. I was ready to turn over the streets to Victor and Vault.

I was the oldest one of my cousins. Vault was the youngest and wildest. I started hustling when I was only 13. I stayed on the blocks as much as possible. Ma G knew what I was doing and stayed in my ass about it, but she couldn’t stop me from getting to this money. It was in my blood. My dad is doing life now for conspiracy drug charges. Grimy ass best friend set him up. He was locked up when I was only 10 years old. He left my mom and me financially stable, but I was the man of the house now. I wanted to live the lifestyle we were accustomed to. So, I went to the streets and starting putting in the work.

I walked out the study and bumped into Prescence. I stared down at her looking at the freckles across her nose. There was one that stood out right on the side. It was shaped like a heart. “Excuse me,” she said nervously.

“Looking for something?” I asked not taking my eyes of the freckle.

“The bathroom,” she said looking up at me with her brown cat shaped eyes.

“Down the hall to the left,” I informed her. Her scent was soft and subtle. I could smell a hint of lavender. I had recognized her the moment we walked up to her and FiFi earlier. She did look totally different with her hair down but the freckles were a giveaway.

“Thank you,” she said as she hurried past me. I ran my hands over my face wondering what the hell was going through my mind. I made my way out the door to move my car so FiFi could get out. The crowd was still slowly dispersing.

“Are you going out with us tonight?” I asked Fionna asked I walked out the house.

“No, I’m going with Prescence,” she said as we walked to our cars.

“What do you know about her?” I asked. I was always curious of new people who started to hang around. Fionna didn’t have close friends. I started to wonder why she was spending time with this new girl that none of us knew.

“She’s nice, Mo. She’s from Cincinnati. She moved here over a year ago with her cousin. Tonight will be here first time ever going out since she’s been here,” she informed me.

“Just be careful. You know how grimy people can be,” I warned her.

“I know. Thanks for the concern,” she said tiptoeing kissing me on the cheek. Fionna was our little sister. She was the only girl of the four of us. We protected her with our lives.

“Y’all welcomed to the VIP if you want to chill there tonight,” I said getting in my car.

She laughed. “Not with all the ratchet females y’all have behind y’all.”

I laughed because she was telling the truth. “Nah that shit dead. She’s on some other shit.”

“Good for you. She’s so damn fake,” she said shaking her head. I looked to see Prescence coming from the house.

“Dang I thought I was going to have to come find you,” Fionna said looking at her.

“I’m sorry. I was talking to your mom and aunts. They’re funny. They remind me of my family,” she said smiling with her perfect teeth.

“They are a trip. Come on so we can go home and get ready,” she said as they walked toward her car parked in front of me. I couldn’t help but stare at her round perfect ass. Even though the romper was loose on her, I knew her ass was nice from when I seen her in the mall yesterday.

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A Gangsta’s Domination

Moby and Prescence

Prescence has fought hard to overcome the hard times in her life. She lost both parents at a young age. She has loved, lost and survived. She determined to succeed after all the obstacles she’s endured. She’s struggling to rebuild the strained relationship with her only sibling because of poor choices she made in her life. Her new move to San Antonio, TX has approved her mindset and life drastically. She’s not going to let anyone or anything stop her from achieving her goals in live. She thought she had everything under control until Tobias Green aka Moby walked into her job one day. Moby is an arrogant, rude and mean as hell hustler. He is battling the streets to keep control of the empire that he built from the ground up. His only focused is making millions and protecting his family. For as he was concerned; a woman was only good for sex until he met Prescence McKay. She’s causing more havoc in his life than the streets. She’s disrupting a part of him that no woman has ever come close to touching…his heart. Moby lives in a dark world that he doesn’t share with many. Will Prescence be able to live in the darkness with Moby or will she go running as far away as she possibly could to maintain her sanity?