The Plug Next Door 6

Sol

Description

Warning!
This is the finale of The Plug Next Door so hold on to your seat for their last ride. The DeLeneau brothers have been through a lot but they’re ready to pull the plug. They’re looking forward to getting their happily ever afters with the women who love them, but sometimes fairytales don’t come true.
You’ve probably been asking yourself if God lived after that elevator incident with his father? If so, will him and Reese make it down the aisle? Or will Sloan swoop in and ruin everything? Will Young and Alexa’s marriage survive the many women who walked into his life when they were apart? What happens when Nas is released from prison? Will Loso and Summer stay together forever?
Find out the answers to all of your questions now in the finale!

Sujets

• Romance contemporaine
• Fiction
• Black
• Romance
• African American

Informations

• Publié par: Sullivan Productions, LLC
• Date de parution: 21 octobre 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648546990
• Langue: English

Extrait

© 2017
Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
www.leolsullivan.com


All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
Contents



Chapter 1

2. In The Beginning

3. Behind Enemy Lines

Chapter 4

5. Real Love

6. Sex With Me So Amazing

7. Home Sweet Home

8. Lockdown

9. The Makings Of A Superstar

10. Sex In The Shower

11. Rats

12. King And Queen

13. The Joys Of Fatherhood

14. The Beginning Of The End

15. Game Over

16. Baby Mama Drama

17. That’s Just My Baby Daddy

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

20. Played To The Left

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

23. Love & Happiness

24. Only One Way Out

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

27. Newlyweds

28. Military Obligations

29. Side Chick Madness

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

33. Bachelor Vs Bachelorette

34. Mile High Club

35. Cold Feet

36. I Do

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

39. Daddy Duties

40. Lines Crossed

Chapter 41

Chapter 42


1. Remy From Harlem
1

F inal moments leading up to God’s death…
Dior hurled those mesmerizing gray eyes of hers into Young’s soul when he walked back into the room. She wildly shook her head from side-to-side.
“I won’t do it. I know I said that I would get an abortion, but I can’t. Our baby is all I have left. It’s the only thing that makes me feel human,” she fussed as soon as her baby daddy was standing directly in front of her. “And I’m not raising him or her by myself. You’re going to help me because I need you.”
A deep breath escaped Young when he opened his mouth to reply. “Di—”
She placed her index finger on his lips to shush him. “And I’m not trying to trap you if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m a million-dollar bitch on my own. I just can’t… no, I shouldn’t have to go through this shit alone. It’s not like I laid down and got myself pregnant.”
“Look, I’m going to take care of my seed.” Young smiled and touched Dior’s stomach where his next heir was in the making. “I just need you to do one thing for me.”
“What’s that?”
“Tell me where my pops at.”
Dior bobbed her head up and down. “He’s at your grandfather’s old estate,” she told him with no hesitation. “Next, he’ll be heading back to our home. Well, I don’t live there anymore, but the condo is in Providence, Nassau. It’s number 19 at the Royall Beach Estates.”
Young cocked his head to the side. That was too easy , he thought to himself. Then his mother’s warning came to mind… So, when the time comes that you think you’ve found him, play along. The only way you’re going to defeat him is to beat him at his own game of deception.
“Let me get my phone so I can text my brother.” Young actually reached into his back pocket to grab his gun. He laughed wickedly when he took aim between Dior’s eyes.
She raised an inquisitive brow at him. “We underestimated you.”
“It’s funny how you and my pops thought y’all were going to outsmart a nigga. So, all of this was fake, huh? Are you really even pregnant by me?”
Every muscle in Dior’s body tensed up, but she didn’t house an ounce of fear on her face. She looked Young dead in his eyes as she spoke. “This baby growing inside of me is yours, that’s not fake. But me wanting you is fake. You were merely bait, the easiest to get to, but God was the real target. Your father wanted him out of the way, and in return, I get my freedom.”
“Why the fuck are you using words like was and wanted when you talk about my brother?” Young demanded to know
“Because if he’s not dead, he will be in a minute.”
Young’s head started to spin at the thought. “Say what?” he had to make sure he heard her right.
“God. Is. A. Dead. Man.”
Heat flushed through his system at her confession. He was angry and scared all at once. Young was afraid of being without his big brother and pissed off at Dior for even saying some shit like that.
“Where the fuck he at, bitch?” he roared, veins protruding from his neck. “I swear to God I’m killing everything moving if something happened to my brother.”
“He’s probably on the elevator that has conveniently stopped working.” She flashed an evil smile. “Look at it on the bright side. At least you get to live.”
“Yeah, but you don’t,” he told her and pulled the trigger before she could react.
The loud sizzling shell penetrated Dior’s noggin, taking her down her instantly. Her pregnant body along with her brain matter flew back into the bed in a squeaky rattle. Young didn’t wait around to revel in her death, he bolted out of the room hellbent on saving his brother as adrenaline coursed through his bloodstream.
Young’s heart must’ve skipped a beat when he made it to the elevator and saw a gun crashed under his brother’s chin. His father’s last words were, “See you in hell.”
“Or Heaven.”
Pow!
The bullet pierced through God’s skull, ending his life. His body plummeted to the ground in a loud thump. He died in that elevator.
2

In The Beginning

“B ruh?” Young’s voice was laced with concern as he looked at his oldest brother to make sure he was okay. “Yo, God? Wassup?”
Unable to respond, God glanced up at the fluorescent lights on the elevator’s ceiling and sighed heavily in relief. His heart pounded in his chest because he thought for sure that discharged bullet was for him. Seconds ago, his whole life had flashed before his eyes, but by the grace of God , he was still standing. Still breathing. He’d escaped a close brush with death, and he had nobody to thank for that but the man above.
“I thought it was over, man. I thought it was over,” God kept saying as he turned his attention on Young. He reached out and pulled him in for a brotherly hug. “You saved my life. How did you know?”
Young shed a lone tear as he pulled away from God and stared at him. He smiled through his pain because he was glad that he’d made it in time to save his brother. He was glad to see his face, hear his voice, be in his presence.
“Ma wasn’t lying about coming back to help us,” Young started in a low, remorseful tone. “If it wasn’t for our last conversation with her, I would’ve been burying you, dawg. I always let pussy cloud my judgment, but not anymore. My dumbass really let you walk out by yaself. All ’cause some nothing ass hoe said she was pregnant with my seed. I apologize for everything.”
Brows dipped with confusion, God wasn’t exactly sure why he was apologizing. “Fuck you saying sorry for?” he asked.
Young couldn’t answer God’s question because it was all starting to come back to him. His past was looping around his brain at full speed, and he wasn’t ready for the skeleton that he’d buried deep in his closet. I remember that 4 th of July Moms was talking about. His mother had tried to warn him, but he was too stubborn to hear her out, and it had almost cost his brother’s life.
With wet eyes, Young gazed down at the smoking hot gun in his trembling hand. “When I was six years old, I tried to kill you. I was gonna shoot you—”
“C’mon, we’re past that now,” God interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. That awful night was one that he’d tried hard to put behind him, and he couldn’t take being reminded. “I don’t wanna relive that shit. We don’t ever need to take it there because what’s done is done.”
Unfortunately, God’s protesting fell on deaf ears. Young was already taking a trip down memory lane. Back to a time and place when it all started.
“But I don’t want to do it,” a six-year-old Young whined to his father.
Standing by God Jr’s bedside, the terrified little boy watched his big brother lay sleeping peacefully. Young’s adolescent body shook uncontrollably as a pistol was placed in his small hands. His father was insisting that he shoot God in the face.
“You have to get rid of him, Diablo. It’s the only way,” Senior egged as he massaged his son’s shaky shoulders. “He thinks he’s better than you. He thinks he’s better than both of us.”
“Bu–but he’s my big brudda.” He shook his head from side-to-side, unable to do it. The tears wouldn’t stop falling from his eyes. “I can’t shoot him. I love him.”
Senior roughly grabbed his son’s chin and made Young look up at him. His eyes flickered with hatred as he glared down into his face. “This isn’t about love. It’s about good versus evil, and if you let him live, you’ll always be the bad seed… the evil son. You won’t ever be good enough because you’ll never measure up to him. Don’t you see how your mother treats him better than you?”
Obediently, Young nodded his head up and down. Even as a kid, he could tell the difference in how his mother acted toward him and his older brother. He realized how lovingly Aimee spoke to God Jr. and showered him with affection, but when it came to him, she’d reject him every time. Even when he tried his best to be good for her, no matter what Young did, his mother seemed to push him away.
Earlier, when they were in the backyard popping fireworks, Young jumped at the sound of a Black Cat igniting. The loud whistling pop scared him half to death, so he ran to his mother and attempted to jump in her arms for security, but she shoved him backward and walked off. However, seconds later, when her precious God Jr. draped one of his arms around her shoulders as they disappeared into the house, she smiled happily at him.
“Ma hates me…” Young mentioned, returning from his provoking thoughts. He raised the gun to his brother’s head with murder on his mind. “Ma hates me because of him. If I kill God Jr., she’ll love me, and she won’t push me away anymore. It’s all his fault because he’s so perfect. I hate him!”
“Do it,” Senior urged with an wicked grin on his face. “Do it right now!”
The man hated his good natured son and everything