Saved By His Thug Love 2

Jessica M.

Sujets

• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 22 décembre 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648541247
• Langue: English

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Contents



Acknowledgments

To the Readers:

Other Books By Jessica M.

Where We Left Off…


Nic

Trouble

Grace

Gigi

Hope

Chaz

Trouble

Grace

Nic

Trouble

Gash

Chaz

Trouble

Gigi

Hope

Grace

Hope

Trouble

Grace

Nic

Gigi

Hope

Trouble

Grace

Gigi

Trouble

Epilogue


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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.
Acknowledgments

Writing the end to this book, I’m emotional. No one knew what it took to finish this book. Book 22. I always acknowledge the number for each of my books because it’s surreal to me that I, Jessica Benson from the projects, wrote twenty-two books. It’s not to brag or boast on me, but on God. He did it! I’m a living witness to the works He can do in your life.
There were times I had no strength to even crack this laptop open because of my job or health reasons, but to sit here and type the end tonight, I’m emotional. I’m blessed and I’m grateful. My life is far from perfect, but my God showed up and showed out in order for me to complete this book. There were times I thought I wouldn’t finish it, but God gave me that never give up spirit, so I fought my way to the end and for that God gets the glory.


Thank you, Jesus!!!!
To the Readers:

I had to take the time to thank you personally because book one of this series made it the furthest up those charts and it was because of you and God. All of my books have a meaning and I pray you get more than a ghetto, drama filled message from my books. LOL. From the bottom of my heart, I am grateful that you chose me. Be blessed!
Other Books By Jessica M.



A No Good Love Affair 1, 2, & 3
Risking It All For Love 1, 2, & 3
I Need A Boss In My Life 1, 2, & 3
I Still Need A Boss In My Life ( Follow- Up)
Catching Feelings For A Boss 1 & 2
Feenin’ For His Love 1 & 2
An Urban Love Story Gone Wrong 1 & 2
Shawty Fell In Love With A Savage 1 & 2
Love Under Fire 1 & 2
Saved By A Thug’s Love 1
Where We Left Off…



Grace
Riding shot gun with bae was life. I loved being in his presence. He made me feel like every woman should feel when she was with her man, like somebody. Being with Merci made me feel like I was on top of the world. Knowing he had me, nothing else mattered. Not Hope, not Gigi, and for damn sure not Chaz could fuck up this high that I was on.
We were on our way to IHOP; my ass was craving pancakes. I saw on television last night that they had them shits all you can eat, and I was ready. I hadn’t been to the gym in a minute, but trust me, the work out that Merci gave my body damn sure burned my calories. Merci always told me how pretty I was and how my body was the shit already. This man had me bugging off his ass. He knew how to make a woman feel good, I’ll tell you that.
He had me spoiled rotten with good morning texts, late night pop ups because he was thinking about me, and unexpected visits at the dance studio just to check on me. If this wasn’t love, what was?
In my mind, we were moving awfully fast, but shit, by whose standards? How could we really put a time line on love? He had me feeling like a Lifetime movie in motion. It was some lust at first sight type of shit.
As we swerved into IHOP, my phone rang, and I saw that it was my mama. Undecided about whether to answer, I placed the phone face down in my lap. After Merci parked the car, he looked at me.
“Everything good? Who’s calling? I hope not that fuck boy again from an unknown number.” His face was tightly squeezed together.
“Oh no, baby, it was my mother.”
“Okay, but why didn’t you answer?”
I waited a minute before answering.
“I know it sounds terrible, but I don’t want anything to fuck up this high I’m on right now. You and I are good right now, my business is good, shit, I just feel good, and I don’t want to hear anything about Hope. I know it’s messed up because after all, she is my baby sister, and at one time we were close. But since finding out about her being pregnant and then trying to hurt me, I’m just closed off to giving a fuck about her.”
I felt my eyes getting wet, but I refused to shed tears over the Hope and Chaz situation anymore.
Merci grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it.
“I feel you. I really do. For once, do you, baby. If you don’t want to talk, then don’t talk. Does your mama know all that shit your sister did?”
“No, I can’t tell her that. A part of me wanted to call this morning to let her know, but why? I mean, it’s already done. Plus, if Hope doesn’t make it, I don’t want my mom to feel any more guilt than she already does. For some reason, she thinks that Hope’s behavior could have been avoided if she was a better parent, but we all know that life is full of choices, and Hope chose to do the shit she did to me. Period, it ain’t nobody’s fault.”
“I hear you. So, don’t stress over that shit. You want me to eat your pussy in this parking lot to make you feel better before we go in?” He laughed and so did I.
See why I love this man? He knows what to do to get me right.
“Ewwwww… You’re so nasty. Come on, let’s go eat.”
He killed the ignition, hopped out, and jogged around to the passenger side to open the door for me.
Such a gentleman and a gangsta all in the same body. That was Merci for you. He grabbed my hand and I stepped out, then we walked inside IHOP hand in hand. I was living a fairytale life with everything I wanted. Who would have thought little ol’ me would finally be happy, and I mean truly happy with a nigga from the streets like Mr. Merci Trouble Means?
Inside, the waitress sat us in a booth tucked off in a corner, which was a good thing because Merci liked to be nasty when we were in public. He demanded that I never wore panties. I didn’t really like it because I felt dirty, but realizing that sometimes you had to do shit just to make your man happy, I was down for it.
After we slid in the booth, the young lady took our drink orders. While we waited, Merci tried his best to convince me to chill with him all day, but I told him that unlike himself, I had business to tend to at my office. As we laughed and fooled around, I noticed Nic and M.J. enter.
“Hey, there’s Nic and M.J. walking in.”
Merci looked over his shoulder and smiled at the sight of his daughter.
This was why I loved him. I know I’ve said it, but he was a great father. The way M.J. hung on his every word and loved on her daddy was every girl’s dream. I was glad I had a man who was a part of his child’s life. There was no way I could be with a nigga who didn’t do for his kids.
Following the waitress, M.J. looked off, never noticing us, but when they passed our table, Merci reached out and gently pinched her arm.
“Aye, lil’ girl, do I know you?” he joked and playfully pulled her in his lap.
For whatever reason, I could see in Nic’s eyes that she wasn’t very happy to see us.
“Hey M.J., hey Nic.”
Nic just nodded in my direction something was off with her and Merci. Trust me, I would find out later what was up with that. I mean, Nic and I weren’t besties, but the atmosphere had never been like this when we were around each other.
“What’s up?” Merci said to Nic but didn’t look at her.
She didn’t even respond. Instead, she grabbed M.J. roughly by her arm.
“Ouch, Mommy!” M.J. yelped in pain.
“Aye, you need to chill. Don’t fucking put your hands on my daughter like that, Nic. Chill the hell out.” Merci jumped from his seat with anger in his eyes.
I’d never seen him act like that or talk like that in front of M.J., hell maybe not at all. This looked like Trouble in front of me and not Merci, the loving, caring, man I had just been laughing with.
“Or what, nigga?” Nic snapped back.
Now they had the attention of some of the patrons who sat near us.
“Baby, just let it go,” I whispered, hoping to defuse the situation.
“Yeah, baby, listen to your bitch.” Nic scoffed as she firmly held on to M.J.’s arm.
Bitch! Nic had never talked to me like that. I was baffled.
“You know what, Nic? You need to step before this shit gets out of hand. I’m trying to enjoy a bite to eat with my girl and have some good conversation. I don’t have