Finding My Way Back to Love 2

Diamond Johnson

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 06 septembre 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648540035
• Langue: English

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© 2017
Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
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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



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1. Logan Ortiz

2. Mustafa Strong

3. Kennedy Strong

4. Mustafa Strong

5. Logan Ortiz

6. Mustafa Strong

7. Kennedy Strong

8. Marcus Gray

9. Kennedy Strong

10. Duke Strong

11. Logan Ortiz

12. Mustafa Strong

13. Kennedy Strong

14. Mustafa Strong

15. Emory Strong

16. Kennedy Strong

17. Mustafa Strong
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1

Logan Ortiz



“I ’m sorry, Logan. I swear to God, I’m sorry for doing your dirty like this. I can’t give you my heart because that woman back there, she already has it” was the last thing I heard escape from Mustafa’s mouth. It’s been like two whole minutes since that bullshit fell out of his mouth, and I was stuck, just standing there, and for the first time in my life, I couldn’t find the strength that it took for me to open my mouth and say something.
I stood there and thought back to how I had my brother, Tio, and his friends go down to the bridge and fuck with Kennedy. I thought back to how I put that baggie filled with drugs inside Kennedy’s lunchbox that Mustafa had taken to her, and how I used to go down to the bridge and drop off little baggies by her foot, and I couldn’t help but think that God was trying to teach me some sort of lesson.
Out of all the bad things that I could have endured as punishment for my hateful actions, why the fuck did it have to be on my wedding day? A day that every woman dreams of from a little girl. I’ve been bragging on this wedding for months now, and I even invited people that I didn’t get along with, just so I could show off. I had family that I hadn’t seen in years on my mother’s side flew out, just for this nigga to stand me up. Not that it would have made me any less angry, but I felt like Mustafa could have told me earlier this morning or something that he was having cold feet. Why the hell he would do this shit in front of everyone was beyond me.
It’s crazy because I was the one who came up with the idea of inviting Kennedy to the wedding, although Mustafa said that he was inviting her anyway, due to their kids being in the wedding. I wondered if she hadn’t come, would he have still backed out? The whole time the preacher was reading Mustafa his vows, his attention was in the back of the room, and I know that he wasn’t looking at anyone but that bitch.
“That’s where you disappeared off to last night? I called your hotel room a little after midnight, and someone answered the phone and said you weren’t there. Then, when I called you, you didn’t answer. Answer me, Mustafa!” I screamed at him, causing the congregation to let out a bunch of “oohhs”.
I knew that Mustafa hated for a bunch of people to be in our business, but hey, he had already embarrassed the shit out of me, so I may as well finish it.
“That’s why you don’t wanna marry me, right? You went and fucked that bitch last night, hours before our wedding? I swear on my life that you are a fuckin’ coward when it comes to that hoe! You let that crack head bitch walk around with your balls, and you have to ask for them back!” I went on to say, and I would have said some more shit, but before I even got the chance to say it, Mustafa’s hand was wrapped around my throat, and I literally could not breathe for shit.
I was using my hands to try and pry his hands away. Even the preacher tried to intervene, but Mustafa ended up shoving the shit out of him and giving him this look that made the preacher walk his ass right off the stage. The shit that I just said to Mustafa, I only said it because there was a room filled with people, and I knew that he wouldn’t try anything crazy in front of all of them, but clearly, I had underestimated this man.
“What, you thought because we had guests that I wouldn’t react? Bitch you ought to be lucky that I left my strap in the room because I would have fucked around and bodied your ass in here. I don’t let a motha fucka call me out my name without handling that shit, and that goes for a nigga or a bitch! I done let you disrespect my baby mama one too many times to the point your ass done got too motha fuckin’ comfortable! No, I didn’t fuck her last night because she was being stingy with the pussy, but had she let me fuck, I wouldn’t have even made it to my own wedding because I would have still been in the bed. I tried to do this shit the most respectable way that I could, but with a bitch like you, I can’t help but get out of line!” Mustafa said.
“Mustafa, chill the fuck out, bro. You got your kids and shit in here. You don’t want them to call the cops on your black ass either.” Duke came over and grabbed his brother.
Mustafa finally let me go after squeezing for a few more seconds, and then he walked down off the stage. I watched as he went over and grabbed both of his sons, and the three of them walked down the aisle, right before he walked through a row of people and grabbed Kennedy’s hand. And like the little perfect family that they were, the four of them walked out of the church.
My heart was literally shattered right now, and I was hurt beyond measure.
My mom eventually rushed up to where I was, and she grabbed onto my hand and led me out the back way. I held onto this big ass dress that I was wearing, with tears continuing to pour down my face. Each time that I would swallow, it would hurt so damn bad because of Mustafa chocking me the way that he did.
We finally made it back to the room that I was in backstage, and I rushed for the bathroom because I had this sudden urge to throw up. On my knees with my face damn near down the toilet, I let everything that I ate this morning for breakfast slip out of me. I felt like I was throwing up for hours, but honestly, it was probably only about five minutes.
“Logan, when is the last time that you had a period?” I heard my mom ask from behind me.
All I did was shrug my shoulders because I just honestly couldn’t remember. I’ve been so stressed about making sure that I was about to have the best wedding of the century, so my latest period had been the last thing on my mind. A few seconds later, I felt my mom come behind me, and she put her hand on my shoulder as she bent down.
“When you get yourself together, I’m going to run you by Walgreens or something, and I’ll get you a pregnancy test. You may be pregnant, Logan. Also, as embarrassing as this is for you, you have to think about it on a more positive note. Imagine if this man would have married you, and after a month, he would have decided to divorce you? I’m not agreeing with anything that Mustafa did, but he could have married you today and had an affair with Kennedy. I just appreciate the fact that he didn’t string you along,” my mom said, and I turned my head back like I was the damn devil, wiped at the corners of my mouth, and looked at her like she was fuckin’ crazy.
“What do you mean he didn’t string me along? This man strung me along until it was time for the two of us to say I do,” I said, and then I burst into a fit of tears again.
My mom pulled me into her arms, and like a little girl again, I laid my head on her chest and got all the tears out of my system. When I was younger, I would lay on my mother and cry my little heart out for whatever reason, and she would always make me feel like at the end of the day, everything was going to be okay. But, this time, I didn’t think that she had the capability of doing that.
Nothing anyone could ever say to me would have me feeling like I would be okay. I had just lost the one man that I loved more than any man I’ve ever been with. I know I did some fucked up things while Mustafa and I were together, but I just didn’t feel as if I deserved all of this right here.
“We’re going to get through this, Logan. I’m a mother, so I know deep down in my heart that you’re pregnant. Mustafa just walked out of your life, but that was only for the moment because he’ll have no choice but to be there for you and the baby. You need to be strong, Logan, because all of this crying isn’t going to do anything but upset the baby, and you need this baby,” my mom was saying to me.
All I could do was nod my head. I knew what my mom said was right, and although I wasn’t showing it, I was happy as hell about being pregnant. I was about to milk Mustafa for everything that he had, and I was for sure going to be the baby mama from hell.
2

Mustafa Strong



“Y ou knew damn well you didn’t want to marry that bitch! Wasted all my time and shit! I could have been somewhere laid down in my fuckin’ bed with this damn headache that I got!” Emory ranted, walking around in circles at our parents’ house.
I knew that my mama couldn’t stand Logan, but she was still disappointed in the shit that I did back at the church. I guess it was a woman thing or some shit. I never meant for the shit to go down lik