Trill Love 3

Coco Shawnde

Sujets

• Urban Books

Informations

• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 29 juin 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 3
• EAN13: 9781648540936
• Langue: English

Extrait

Trill Love 3
An Urban Romance


Tina Nance
Contents



1. Chevy

2. Chevy

3. Boone Boy (Kentrez)

4. Tango

5. Meechie

6. Len'Yae

7. Mizhani

8. Tweet

9. Chevy

10. Boone Boy (Kentrez)

11. Tango

12. Red (Rasheeda)

13. Meechie

14. Tweet

15. Mizhani

16. Hollywood

17. Meechie

18. Chevy

19. Boone Boy (Kentrez)

20. Red (Rasheeda)

21. Tootie

22. Mazi

23. Red (Rasheeda)

24. Meechie

25. Rasheeda

26. Chevy

27. Mazi

28. Mizhani

29. Meechie

30. Chevy

Meechie


Pre-Order Your Copy Now!

Pre-Order Your Copy Now!

Read More on the LiT Reading App!

Join Our Mailing List!
To the extent that the images on the cover of this book depict a person or persons, such person or persons are merely models, and are not intended to portray any character or characters featured in the book.
This novel is published by


LEO SULLLIVAN PRESENTS, LLC
P.O. Box 924043
Norcross, GA 30010
Copyright © 2017
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the Publisher, except brief quotes used in reviews.
Cover Designer: Marion Designs
Chevy
Previously in Trill Love: An Urban Romance 2

“C hevy, I need to talk to you,” Tikya told me with a nasty attitude.
All the other girls were gone, and the apartment only had a few of my guy workers. Tikya was the bitch who was trying to give me head in my truck but didn't know how. She was young, so I wasn't trying to fuck with it. I was over thirty. A nineteen year wasn't really the shit I was attracted to. Meechie was so unbothered by her presence that she gave me the okay to have the conversation. There was need to go in private because Tikya was nobody. I happily would've shut all this shit down if Meechie wanted me to.
“Yeah, but make it quick.” I folded my arms and waited for her to speak.
“Why you so disrespectful? Can we please talk in private? I thought we—”
“Hold uppp, hold upppp! Little girl, what the fuck you want to talk to my man about? We got other shit to do. If it ain't business, I need you to go, boo boo. You don't get no privileges with special requests.” Meechie’s eyes were trained on Tikya.
I stepped in front of Tikya so she could just go.
“So, you ain't tell her you had me sucking yo dick in the same truck you pulling up out here in? You ain't shit, and yo bitch holding yo hand around here when you was just playing in this .” Tikya patted her pussy, and every vein in my neck popped out.
I was trying not to choke this little girl. Yeah, I entertained her, but it wasn't nothing serious. She was clowning like I had been feeding her some fairytale. She knew I wasn't really trying to fuck with her like that. If you wasn't Meechie, then I wasn't dealing with you!
“Chevy, you been fucking this little girl?” Meechie questioned, looking like she was ready to knock my head off.
“FUCK NAW!”
“Damn right because yo cousin Boone Boy told me to keep this pussy just for him. Fuck you, Chevy. Bitch, keep yo man. I'm sure you ain't got no walls if he fucking you every night, hoe.”
I grabbed Tikya by her neck real quick. You don't talk to my bitch like that.
“Bitch, I'll snap yo neck right here! Fuck wrong with you disrespecting my bitch?”
“N’all, bae…”
Meechie grabbed my arm, and I swear she saved this hoe’s life. I dragged Tikya to the back and kicked her the fuck out. That bitch better not ever cross my path again. I let my workers know she wasn't allowed around these parts.
“You ain't shit,” Meechie spat, pissed off.
I ignored her mad ass and grabbed up my money from today's work then stuffed my jeans with it and left out. Boone was in the courtyard with Jabba. A few of the guys were that way too. I took Meechie to the car because she needed to calm the fuck down. After that, I went to the courtyard to shoot the shit with my niggas.
“Nigga, where you been? I ’bout had to smack Officer Ross,” Mazi spat. I knew his crazy ass would. Officer Ross was probably the main pig sniffing around the buildings.
“Handling my bitch right quick,” I said, shaking my head.
Tikya had pissed me further off for the day.
“Them boys gon’ be looking around this bitch all night. No point in making it hotter. Let's ride the fuck out,” Boone said.
I wasn't even gon’ address that Tikya shit with him. He could have the hoe, but I knew he really ain't want that.
“Fuck that smoke coming from?” Mazi was looking behind me, and I turned around slowly. My damn Silverado truck was engulfed in flames. I had just put Meechie in there, so off pure instinct, I ran to my truck. My fucking heart was beating out my chest right now! FUCKK !!!
Chevy

I didn't know if Meechie was in my truck or not at first. The hood had flames coming out the sides. I didn't stop running until I reached my truck. I looked hard inside with my heart still pounding out my chest. All I saw was an empty seat. Wasn't shit in my front seat but my guns. I grabbed them up quick through the window.
Boone Boy pulled me away from the truck because it was about to blow.
“WOADIE!!! Get back!!” I stepped away and watched my favorite ride blow up in front of me.
“Where the fuck Meechie at?” Jabba asked. He was ready to air some shit out, but it wasn't on that level. My girl was just on a pissed off rampage, all because of Tikya.
“Gone,” I said, smacking the hood of the car that was parked next to me.
The police started making their way over, and I knew I needed to get home.
“Boone, gimme a ride,” I said and stormed off to his Bentley. I had my choppa and my 40 cal in my hand. If the boys saw me, they most definitely would take me in. I got in the passenger seat of Boone’s ride and put my choppa in the back. “Go out the back way.”
“Where you going,” He asked.
“I don't even know. Just get up out of here,” I sighed deeply. Meechie could’ve talked to me or something. Instead she blow my truck up and dip out.
“A’ight... I gotta drop some shit off to Tweet. You coo with rolling over there, or you wanna go to the crib?”
“I’ll ride if you just dropping shit off. You got clothes over there? I need to change…”
“I got you, cuz,” Boone told me as we took the back way out the hood. Police were all over the joint, and niggas were just out. I was glad to get the hell up out of there. “Who the fuck set yo shit on fire?”
“Meechie dumb ass! Tikya told her I had her sucking my dick and shit. I swear, I'm tired of the crazy shit Meechie does. All this shit is childish as fuck. I should've just drove Meechie back to my house instead of leaving her in my truck.”
“Nigga, her ass was just gon burn yo house down! You got true problems. I wouldn't know how to deal with Tweet touching any of my rides. That's a no no.”
“I’on care about material shit like that. I like my honesty and loyalty better. But I am gon’ stop her from doing this. She just flattened my tires on my Ferrari AND KEYED IT! Now she blew up my truck... I can't do this shit with her. She need to grow the fuck up for real.”
I puffed hard, releasing air through my nostrils. Boone passed me a blunt, and I lit that shit up. Meechie was stressing me out, and she wondered why I said we needed to chill. She was gon’ make me kill her ass with all the crazy shit she put me through. I didn't even fuck Tikya. It didn't matter, though. Meechie ain't care.
“C’mon, cuz,” Boone told me and jumped out the car.
Tweet had recently gotten a house. It was a nice house to have a family in. Boone could've had her in a damn mansion, but he was a stingy nigga. I walked to the door thinking about how I was gon’ fuck Meechie up. She needed to learn her lesson. I didn't feel like dealing with her crazy ass tonight, though.
Tweet let us in, and I sat on the couch.
“Babyyy mommmaaa,” Boone yelled, loud as hell. It was one in the morning, and this nigga was hype as hell. “Count this for me.” Boone started emptying his pockets on the table. He went in the kitchen and started pulling out pots and shit.
“Nigga, I thought you was dropping something off. And you said you got some clothes I could change into,” I said, getting irritated.
“Yeah, drop this dick off right quick.” I shook my head. I wasn't beat for this shit. “Tweet, give that nigga some of my sweats and shit.” Boone was up in the kitchen like he was about to cook.
Tweet got me some clothes, and got a towel to go shower. I went in the back and went directly to the bathroom. I got showered up and dressed in the sweats and a t shirt Boone let me borrow. Tweet had a pillow and blanket on th