The Bad Boy I Love 2

B. Love

Sujets

• Urban Books

Informations

• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 23 novembre 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648540004
• Langue: English

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Copyright © 2018 by B. Love
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No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Contents



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About the Author


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Epilogue


Afterword
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About the Author

Voted AAMBC’s 2018 Romance author of the year, Master storyteller, B. Love, is the unparalleled self-love teacher. As the powerhouse for modern-day womanhood, she pens contagious content that encourages readers to internalize admiration and intimacy. She allows her most powerful vessel to guide her stories, wholly.
Since age 12, Love has been spreading self-awareness, care, and appreciation. For close to three years, Love has authored over 66 publications centered around heart-piercing, reverence-worthy romance. Her novels not only entertain but challenge the audience to explore love. With a keen eye for passion, desire and dynamism she includes heuristic methods in her beautifully curated accounts of life.
B. Love’s entire persona is spearheaded by her incredible infatuation with the power of love. Contained within each novel, is an edification created for the glorification of self. Her pen bleeds for the souls who need just an inkling of empowerment. Each story is written with the intent to enlighten, engross and enkindle the passion in whoever picks up her book.
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1



“I’m sorry, Gunner.” Her hand slid down my chest as her eyes watered and lowered. “I didn’t want it to be this way, but you wouldn’t accept me and my love. I wanted us to run the streets together and raise our baby to be a king or queen but you…”
“Baby?” My first instinct was to sit up, but if I moved Ghost would panic and pull the trigger. I needed to be still. “You’re pregnant, April?”
She nodded as her tears began to fall.
“Shut up. Stop talking to him. Don’t let him get in your head,” Ghost barked.
“You’re going to force my child to grow up without their father, April? You gon’ do that to me, baby girl?”
She started to cry harder as she covered her face. “You don’t love me. You aren’t going to be with me.” Her sadness turned into anger. “I’m going to end up raising this baby by myself! And I refuse to watch you live the good life with another woman without me.”
“Fine. Call my mama so I can tell her I love her.”
Her hands lowered from her face. “So that’s it? You’re not even going to fight for your family?”
“April!” Ghost yelled, pointing the gun in her direction, and as soon as he did, I made my move.
Before Ghost could shift in my direction, I was out of the bed, hands wrapped around his head. His neck. I snapped it within seconds, but it took that same amount of time for his finger to squeeze the trigger. His body dropped, hand releasing the gun, but the damage had already been done.
Stepping over him, I leaped across the bed, heading toward April. The sight of blood coming from her chest wouldn’t have fazed me had I not known my baby was possibly inside of her. Her betrayal required death, but not if that meant my baby was going to die too.
“April,” I called as calmly as I could, picking her up bridal style. Her eyes fluttered open weakly before closing again. “I need you to stay with me, okay?”
Not giving a fuck about my clothes, I grabbed only my pants, needing my keys to take her to the hospital.
“I’m sorry, Gunner,” April cried, more tears falling.
“Shhh… save your strength.” Running down the hall, I prayed to a God that I knew had probably turned his back to me because of my actions. One whose pride in me had faded away as quickly as my remorse over the bodies I’d captured over the years had done. Ghost was no different. Whether he was Misery’s cousin or not, no one got away with betrayal and disrespect.
But my baby… my baby couldn’t suffer because of April’s bullshit. My bullshit.
“You gotta live for me, April. So we can raise our baby, remember?”
I was willing to say just about anything if that gave her enough hope and fight to try and stay alive. April was short of breath, trying her hardest to pull in air.
“Just let me die,” she requested before coughing up blood. “You can’t…” she coughed up more. “Take me to the hospital. They will…”
“Let them ask questions. I’ll think of something,” I assured her, putting her in the back of my car. “Be still and quiet, April.”
Not wanting to alarm her, I didn’t want to mention the fact that her coughing up blood was a bad sign that her lungs were drowning in blood. Couldn’t say that. Couldn’t acknowledge that.
Jumping into the car, I sped out of my driveway, being careful of the speedbumps on the street. Every so often, I’d hear her coughing or calling my name until I told her to shut up and save her breath. Then… it got quiet. Too quiet. Eerily quiet.
I couldn’t pull myself to look back at her. Not until I made it to the hospital. And as soon as I looked through the rear-view mirror… I knew April was gone.
2



The feel of Kevin’s arms wrapping around my waist didn’t offer the welcome home I’m sure he thought it would. This past year of our relationship had been an emotional rollercoaster. I decided to take my three-day vacation away from him to gain clarity on what I should do. The number three meant transformation, and it was my prayer that in three days my love for Kevin would die and that the old Genisi would be resurrected.
When I left the resort, I still wasn’t sure which direction I wanted to go. A part of me wanted to stay with Kevin because our wedding was six months away, but I wasn’t even wearing my engagement ring on my left hand. I’d moved it over to the right a few months ago when I told him we needed a break. Not taking me seriously, Kevin continued on with the planning as if he was sure we were going to get married.
Had he been this active and involved a year ago it would have been the assurance I needed that he wanted this just as much as me, but now, his effort was too little too late. I didn’t see it as a man putting forth effort to secure his future with the woman he loved; I saw it as a man doing whatever he needed to not look like a failure. Both his parents and mine had put thousands into a wedding that Kevin had never really wanted to begin with.
But somewhere along the lines… his attempt at stringing me along to shut me up turned into him realizing what he had in me. But again, too little, way too late.
I hugged Kevin back, hoping I’d feel some type of connection. Some type of pull. Something to make me feel like this was where I belonged. That he was the man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with. For a while, I refused to leave him.
No matter how much he devalued our relationship and took me for granted. Even when he cheated. I’d invested too much into him and our union to let the next woman benefit.
Now, I was questioning if it was even worth it. If he was worth it. My hand lifted, and I stared at the beautiful ring he’d given me as tears filled my eyes. Inhaling deeply and pushing them back, I stepped out of Kevin’s embrace.
“I haven’t showered yet,” I used as an excuse.
“I don’t care. Come here, baby.”
Kevin pulled me back into his arms, holding me tighter this time. It fucked with me – knowing he was ready to try now that I was battling with giving up. But… I still didn’t have a definite direction to take. Before I left the resort, I asked God for a sign. My mind and heart were still at war, and until I had peace, I wouldn’t make a move either way.
“How was your trip? Were you able to relax?” Kevin asked, looking down at me with a smile in his eyes and mouth.
With a nod, I slid my hands down his chest. “A little.”
Brows knitting, Kevin looked my face over intently.
“What’s wrong, Gen?”
Chuckling nervously, I lowered my head and tried to come from out of his embrace, but he held me tighter.
“Nothing. Just… tired. From driving. I’m sure I’ll feel better after I shower and tak