Securing the Plug's Heart

Coco Shawnde

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 26 septembre 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648541308
• 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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1. Keoni

2. Cardel

3. Keoni

4. Tiaura

5. Emiliano Montero

6. Hasani Guerra

7. Shaqir

8. Keoni

9. Tiaura

10. Keoni

11. Hasani

12. Emil

13. Shaqir

14. Emiliano

15. Shaqir

16. Guap

17. Tiaura

18. Shaqir


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Securing The Plug’s Heart
To me
Acknowledgement

I feel so blessed to be twenty-three years young and able to dive fully into my passion...into my career. I’m steady growing, learning, and reaching for better through it all. I have to give all thanks and praise to the heavenly father because he truly been on my side! I so very thankful for the creativity and strength to get up every day to do something I absolutely LOVE.
To my dear family, I’m blessed to have you alllll. In this industry I witness authors struggle to receive support from their families, and I have to say that is not my testimony. You all have been in deep support from the beginning and I don’t take it for granted.
To my mother, no one will fully grasp the deep connection and bond we have. A picture, a video, or even this acknowledgment could NOT express how much I love you. You are my dawg, my ride or die, my whole heart!! Growing up, I watched you fight to give me everything my heart desire, to growing up and watching you fight against cancer. I remember wanting to swap bodies so you didn’t have to endure no more pain. You are my superhero. You stayed encouraged and you didn’t give up. You told me you would fight the fight, and you did just that! We in this for the long haul and it’s forever fuck cancer!!! #MaMaCoCo
To my bestie boo, Shannon, you been with me since lovejoy days playing tetherball! We came a mighty long way together. Your a mother now, which rightfully made me a God mommy. Arynzi is truly a blessing from God, and she has two bomb ass mothers to call her own! Even though her bad butt likes to bang on my computer when I’m trying to write lol.
To my niece Gabby and nephews Jhordyn and Collin Ace, your aunty loves you dearly. When I’m down, it’s your faces that gets me on track to get back to the grind. No matter the mood I’m in, you three can turn it around. The world is yours if I have a say so in it! S/O to all my babies! Kyn Doll, Tre Tre, Serenity, Ja’Koye, Ja’kyah, Jahlon, Mani, JuJu, Kiah, Trista, Nylah, and Jasheer! #CoCoLoveDaKids xoxo
To my brother, thank you for being a father figure I needed. You have always supported me and done your best when it comes to guiding me. You are more than my brother, you really my twin! Thank you for everything and keeping my best interest at heart! I love you so much and forever my favorite person!
To my cousins that are honestly just like sisters, Shareena, Justina, Brichel, and Kquemura, you all have had my back in the toughest of times in my life. I know I can count on you all when my world gets flipped upside down. You all come through without a doubt in mind! Even my sister Meagen, you are a big sister that I can’t forget. We share no blood, but that alone couldn’t make us any closer.
Paris, Books By The Mu’fukn POUND LOL...My sistacousinfriend, you have and will always remain family in my eyes. You are a dope author, and I’m glad the book industry bonded us together. Whatever you face, you beat it. I see so much strength, greatness, and blessings over you. Our bond has grew and it ain’t shit nobody can tell me about my sistacousinfriend!! Love you luh bitty bishhhh!
Now to Dedra B, B Capri, Tina Marie, and Nakeria Hendley, thank you all for being in support of me. Whether it was books, or just letting me come to you about how my mother’s battle with cancer was taking a toll, you all was there to listen to me. I appreciate it all and I know good friends are hard to come by. No matter what, know that you ladies have been a tremendous help to me personally and in my career! Love you alllll!
To my editor Secret, girlllllll! How I adore you and appreciate the work you put in for me! I couldn’t have a better editor than you! Thank you for always being a listening ear and being there every time I call. I love working with you and how real you keep it! Thank you so much and nothing goes unnoticed.
To my bomb ass readers!!! Thank youuuuu!!!! Whether you read from my old catalog, new one, or this is your first book to try of mine, I thank you! I try my darndest to create something that we all can get lost into and love. I knew what urban books were to me growing up, so I attempt to give you that experience through my work. No matter my personal life, I will also try to give you my all and have a book for you all to open. Your patience with me has been wonderful as I made transitions, for that, I say thank you! Your shares, promotion, link clicks, and reviews are everything to me. If I ever missed telling you, I’m saying it now, THANK YOU!! Special thanks to, Brandi Poole, Geneva Promise, Tina Nance, Sierra S. Dixon, Tootie, Sweets, Zatasha, and Tyesha Shaunae! You all are so very dope!!
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Keoni
Year of 2012



Tuesday 2:36 a.m.
B urying my head into my twin size mattress, the thin pillow I had trapped over my head did nothing to conceal the booming noise of my mother, Melany’s, stereo system. Turning onto my back, I could make out the sounds of cries mixed in.
Leaping to the cold floor, I rushed to the boy´s room that sat to the left of mine. Swinging the door open, I was able to catch Tyron before he rolled out of the crib. Catching him swiftly, I let the guard rail back up. I popped a pacifier right in Deon’s mouth since he was letting his bottom lip hang to let me know he too, wanted to be picked up.
“She don’t even hear these babies crying.” I fussed underneath my breath.
Here it was a school night, and I was putting my six-month old twin brothers to sleep. With heavy eyes, I made two bottles in the dark. Laying them on their side together facing one another, I made sure the rail was secured so they couldn’t roll out. Their hard sucking was the cutest to me. While they were dozing back off, I had eyes on the twin bed in the corner.
Walking away, I took a closer look. “Now where is this boy at?” I said, snatching the wool blanket up from Jarius, my other little brother´s bed. Shaking my head, I left out of the room knowing he was probably running the streets. His little ass was only eight, but you’d think he was twenty-eight with how grown he walked around this bitch.
“Let's do it in the mornin'
Sweet breeze in the summertime
Feeling your sweet face
All laid up next to mine
Sweet love in the midnight
Good sleep come mornin' light
No worries 'bout nothin'”
Hearing the old school melody of the Staple Singers, I wasn’t surprised to see my mother downstairs turning our living room into her own juke joint. With a mop in one hand and a beer in the other, she was letting her soulful voice be heard all through the Oakwood project blocks. She was literally stepping to the chairs and couches that played as her audience. With not a soul in the room, I knew she had consumed more alcohol than her body could handle.
“Momma!” I yelled, with one foot still on the autumn wheat wooden staircase. Melany turned her slim thick frame around and kept singing. “Mom! I gotta go to school. Can you turn it down?” I yelled over the music. She kept dancing, and I knew the empty beers around had her right where she wanted to be. “Mom, can you turn it downnn?!!”
“Girl, what you want?!” she burst out from singing the chorus, and putting her weight onto the broom.
“Can you turn the music down!” I restated, dropping my head slightly to the right. “The babies crying, Tyron almost fell out of the crib again, Jarius not in the bed, and I got to get up in the morning to go to-!” Before I could continue with my vent, she was stopping the words