Brokenhearted Girl 3

Diamond Johnson

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 14 février 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648543142
• Langue: English

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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.
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Contents



1. Malakai “Sticks” Black

2. Treasure Love

3. Malakai “Sticks” Black

4. Reese Simmons

5. Malakai “Sticks” Black

6. Sway Black

7. Treasure Love

8. Monique Brown

9. Malakai “Sticks” Black

10. Janay Hamilton

11. Reese Simmons

12. Malakai “Sticks” Black

13. Terry Love

14. Malakai “Sticks” Black


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1

Malakai “Sticks” Black



T his had to be a fuckin’ dream or something! Less than two seconds ago, I’d just got a call from baby girl, and I could hear in her voice that something was wrong with her. The fact that she was crying with every word she spoke and the fact that she had to sneak and call me led me to believe that my daughter wasn’t alright. Then, in that same second, I had to pull a gun out on this nigga Reese. Truth is, I didn’t know if he was playing a sick joke on me or something, but the joke was about to be on him in a few seconds because it was about to take God himself to come down from Heaven to get me to not kill this nigga right now.
At this time, I wasn’t thinking about the years that he and I had spent together as friends. Fuck the late nights that he and I spent counting money. Fuck the childhood that he and I had together and all the memories, and most importantly, fuck him! This nigga just went below the belt when he let some fly shit like that come out of his mouth. Reese knew me, and he knew how the fuck I got down, so I didn’t even know why he would try me when I was at my lowest or when my blood was boiling. This nigga must have wanted to die tonight because he knows that I’ve killed niggas for far less shit.
“Repeat that shit again, nigga! Because I could have sworn that I heard you call Camryn Black your daughter!” I barked with the gun trained on his forehead the entire time.
I couldn’t even call Reese a pussy right now because he had this calm demeanor on his face like he knew that I wasn’t going to pull the trigger on his ass. Then again, I didn’t even know if his demeanor was calm or if this nigga was just that cocky that he thought that I wouldn’t light his ass up. At the end of the day, he and I were close, to the point where we were like blood. Biologically, we weren’t blood so it wouldn’t mean a damn thing to me if I pulled this trigger on his ass right here, at this moment.
Reese raised his hands in surrender and looked me dead in my eyes. “I don’t want any beef with you, Sticks! I didn’t want you to find out this way, but Camryn, that little girl, she’s mine! Autumn and I had a DNA test done, and that little girl came from out of my fuckin’ nut sack. No disrespect to you, my man, but you can back the fuck off from here. I’m daddy now, and I got it from here!” he told me.
Every word that he’d just said to me literally ate at my soul, but I wasn’t going to give this nigga the satisfaction. I also don’t give a fuck what a fuckin’ DNA test says either. I’m the only fuckin’ daddy that Camryn knows, and it’s going to remain that way. I was not going to sit there and act like I’m oblivious to the fact that Reese had fucked Autumn, but damn, never did I have any suspicions about Camryn being his. I will admit that I didn’t think that Reese was fuckin’ Autumn in the same time frame that I was because after I told Reese about Autumn’s pussy and her head game, that was it. I hadn’t fucked her again until years later after she had the baby, which only means that nigga had to have already been fuckin’ Autumn before I even put him on.
I didn’t give a fuck about all of that, though, because Autumn wasn’t a bitch that was going to get a reaction out of me. I’m sorry, call me crazy, you can even say that my thinking right now is a little fucked up, but it’s no way in hell I’m about to let another nigga raise the little girl that I’ve been raising for the past four years.
I was about to back off, but when this nigga smirked at me like he was going to get the last laugh in the end. I lost all sense that I had left, which wasn’t much, and I knocked his ass right in the mouth with the butt of my gun. I got even madder when I took another look at him and saw a visual of Camryn. I slapped his ass again with the butt of my gun. This nigga was hunched over with his hands on his knees, and he did the ultimate disrespect when he spit on my thousand dollar Balenciaga sneakers.
“Sticks, I know you mad, but you can’t do this shit right now. We gotta go and get baby girl before Autumn finds out that she called you!” Trell reasoned, trying to pull me from on top of this nigga because now I was fuckin’ his ass up with my bare hands.
“I ain’t handing my daughter over. You going to have to fuckin’ kill me dead if you want her! Do you fuckin’ hear me, nigga!” I barked, standing over him and kicking him in his mouth. “You going to have to fuckin’ take my soul if you want that little girl. Camryn ain’t some fuckin’ toy that I can hand over and go buy another one. That’s my baby! That’s my fuckin’ heart, and I ain’t handing her nowhere, mothafucka!” I spat at him one last time and then Trell and I got the fuck from out of the warehouse.
The fact that I didn’t even bother to put the money up or lock up proved to me that I was all worked up. I didn’t even have it in me to drive, so I let Trell get behind the wheel, and he drove the distance that it took to get to the airport. As much as I didn’t care for flying, I knew that this is what I had to do, especially if I planned to make it to my daughter tonight. I told Trell over ten times that he didn’t have to come with me and that he could go home to Sway, but that nigga insisted on tagging along.
I knew Trell enough to know that he was only coming because he knew that I was liable to go in there and try to kill Autumn with my bare hands. Trell and I were lucky enough to get a flight to Jacksonville, but we had to wait a whole two hours for the shit to depart. The whole two hours, I couldn’t even sit my ass down. I walked up and down the airport, plus I was ignoring calls from Treasure. The only reason I hadn’t completely turned my phone off is that I didn’t want to miss a call from Camryn.
I had never talked to God as much as I was talking to him right now in this airport. I just prayed that Camryn was able to put the phone back where she found it, and that Autumn didn’t grow suspicious and pick up and leave. Then, I would be back to square one.
After two hours finally went by with me wrecking my brain and plotting, it was finally time to board the plane. While everyone else was getting on the plane with their carry-on or something similar, Trell and I were empty handed. No words were exchanged between him and me because honestly, there was nothing that needed to be said. Trell knew what was up, and he knew where my head was right now.
It literally took the pilot 57 minutes to get us to Jacksonville Airport from Miami. I ended up renting out this basic ass Honda from the car rental place in the airport, and after putting the address that we had into my phone’s GPS, I noticed that it would take us thirty minutes to get there.
Again, I prayed that Camryn was there when I made it. We pulled up into the neighborhood where the address was, and I could only shake my head. What made Autumn feel like it was okay to have my daughter living in this slum? I mean, this shit was worse than Over Town and Liberty City together! Trell was driving while I sat in the passenger seat. I was sitting so far up in my seat that if we were to get into an accident, I know for a fact that I would have flown out the window.
Trell slowly pulled up to the house that Camryn was supposed to be. There was an old Nissan in the driveway along with the car that I had purchased from Autumn when Camryn was born. I breathed a sigh of relief because that meant she had to be in here.
“You know you can’t walk up to the door and knock. Autumn knows that she fucked up, so it’s not like she’s going to willingly let you in. Our only choice is to knock the fuckin’ door down. Look around, man! Mothafuckas ain’t calling the police if they see some shit, and even if they do, this don’t look like the type of place where the police would even come in the first place,” Trell told me, and I nodded my head.
I didn’t even have to knock the door down because as soon as Trell and I stepped foot out of the car, I saw the front door open, and seconds later, my daughter was running full speed in my direction. She must have been looking out of the window to know that I was out there.
“Daddy!” she screamed my name.
I could see all of the emotions on her little face as she ran my way. Even though I could tell that it was a relief to see me, I could also see the tears that were running down her face.
“Camryn! Get your ass in this fuckin’ house!” I heard Autumn say, in a way that I’d never heard her speak to my daughter before.
Autumn didn’t know that I was standing there, but when she got a glimpse of my face, I saw her jaw hit the ground.
“That’s how you talk to my fuckin’ daughter while I’m not around?” I asked her.
At the same time, I took Camryn out of my arms and placed her in Trell’s. I slowly made my way to the fr